The two stood tall in the void, their presence imposing upon the entire Sacred City.
It's undeniable, Xiao Huo's learned something new again.
No wonder senior brother told me to prepare a Fire Lotus in advance. Turns out, it's played by throwing it directly once arriving, then hiding, and if it's not thoroughly settled, continue throwing until the opponent's nearly dead, mentally collapsed, and then finish it off.
If it were Xiao Huo, he would carry the Suspension Weight Ruler, strike face-to-face, and shout, "The three-year deadline has arrived." Thinking back on those antics, truly foolish.
If only I'd known senior brother earlier.
...
The next second, two figures emerged from the spatial rift.
Leading was a middle-aged man in plain attire, wearing a simple Taoist robe. Though his appearance was ordinary, a majestic aura radiated from his brows. This was Yuan Changwu, the Domain Master of the Mogu Immortal Realm.
