Zhu Ju performed the Cloud Soaring Technique, leaving his Cave Mansion on an auspicious cloud and flying toward the mountain peak, following the aura he had sensed.
Before long, he slowly descended before a Cave Mansion.
The Bright Void Sect's Leader, Pei Jingque, was already waiting there. Beside her stood the Sect's head disciple, Ma Shushuang.
"Martial Uncle."
Seeing Zhu Ju descend, Ma Shushuang, a stooped man with a full head of white hair, hurriedly cupped his hands in greeting.
"Nephew Ma." Zhu Ju's gaze lingered on him for a moment before he spoke slowly.
"You're not in good shape. You should be resting and not moving about."
Ma Shushuang was already over eighty years old.
An injury in his youth had damaged his foundation. Now, his flame of life was like a guttering candle in the wind, liable to be extinguished at any moment.
