Night fell. Since a large number of Divine Land Martial Artists had gathered, Ye Fan found a quiet place to rest for a while.
However, just then, a Divine Land Martial Artist approached him.
"Young brother!" the man said.
"What is it?" Ye Fan asked.
This martial artist was not very old, but he bore an air of world-weariness.
"I am Meng Zongshan, the Sect Leader of the Yueshan Sect!"
"Young brother, I must ask you for a favor!" the man pleaded.
"What is it?" Ye Fan asked again.
"This journey is fraught with peril, and I may not return. Please, pass on a message for me: give the position of Sect Leader to my son, Meng Xuanyi!"
"Oh? You're alive and well. Why do you believe you won't return?" Ye Fan asked curiously.
