On the summit of Mingjian Mountain, the White-Clothed Master stood proudly, staring into the flying snow, his empty left sleeve particularly striking.
The snowflakes were torn to pieces by an invisible force before they could get within a hundred feet, forming a large vacuum zone around him.
Suddenly, the air trembled slightly not far away, and a figure suddenly appeared, respectfully bowing down.
"Ning Songzhi, you said you had something to report?" Master Fengfeng raised an eyebrow, "Speak."
Ning Songzhi hesitated for a moment, then made up his mind.
"I boldly request Master to abandon the attack on Yunshan Sect!"
In an instant, a violent wind arose, snowflakes scattered all around, and on the summit of Mingjian Mountain, only the whirlwind danced wildly, no longer a trace of flying snow in sight.
