West Desolate Mountain.
Two figures stood atop the mountain peak.
A vivid red Daoist robe, as bright as blood, swayed in the wind, embroidered with wild cloud patterns in gold thread. Her black hair was casually tied with a silk ribbon, with a few strands falling around her ears, accentuating her fair and translucent face.
A pair of almond-shaped eyes appeared slightly hazy, their ends slightly upturned, exuding a cool yet alluring charm.
She held an ancient-shaped wine gourd in her hand, tied with a red tassel, and took a swig from it.
Amber-colored wine dribbled down her chin, flowed over her long neck, and seeped into her collar, her skin smooth and lustrous like sheep fat jade.
Not far away, an elderly man in a black robe stood with his hands behind his back.
His silver hair was full, and his face solemn, blending into the heavens and earth without leaking a single trace of energy.
He glanced at the red-robed Daoist nun and said indifferently, "Even though you’re the Daoist Venerable of Tianshu Pavilion, you behave like this every day, like a drunkard. Where is your decorum?"
"None of your damn business."
The red-robed Daoist nun raised her head and took another gulp.
Her fair cheeks flushed with a rosy tint, leaning weakly against the rock wall, her misty eyes filled with the haze of intoxication.
The old man shook his head, saying nothing more, his gaze penetrating layers of clouds, looking toward the West Suburb Training Ground miles away.
"This time, the Heavenly Human Martial Exam is quite grand, with disciples from three sects participating. You’re not going to watch the ceremony in person, what are you spying on here?"
At this, the red-robed Daoist nun paused, feigning realization, "Is it because your precious disciple was beaten half to death and humiliated Martial Saint Mountain, so you’re too ashamed to face others?"
The black-robed elder sneered, "Are you any better? Weren’t you scared witless by Yu Youhan, still not daring to step a foot inside Tiandu City?"
The red-robed Daoist nun’s expression slightly hardened, and she said solemnly, "Do you really think I’m afraid of Yu Youhan? I simply don’t want to cause a massacre! When it really comes to blows, the outcome is far from certain!"
The black-robed elder said faintly, "I just said it casually, why are you explaining? Feeling anxious?"
"..."
The two glared at each other and turned away, ignoring each other.
After a moment, the black-robed elder spoke, "Still, I am indeed curious, how did Chen Mo manage to badly injure Zi Lianji with one strike, almost damaging his foundation? He must be an unparalleled Heavenly Pride... Could it be from those Hidden Clan?"
"The Chen Family is part of the Imperial Consort Faction, unrelated to the Hidden Clan."
The red-robed Daoist nun shook the wine gourd, her voice having a lazy undertone, "The Purple Constellation shines first, blessed with fortune... Tsk tsk, it seems Great Yuan is really going to change."
It’s rather strange to say.
Ever since coming out of the Cangyun Mountain Secret Realm, she gradually couldn’t see Ling Ningzhi’s fate, as if it were covered by fog, disrupting the predetermined trajectory of destiny.
This had never happened before.
Worried about it, she personally descended the mountain to take a look.
Looking at the thunder accumulating in the dark clouds, the black-robed elder couldn’t help but exclaim, "To have such an aura at the Fourth Rank, that’s quite remarkable talent!"
The red-robed Daoist nun’s lips curled up in pride, "Doesn’t surprise me who’s teaching, does it? The opponent your disciple couldn’t beat couldn’t even withstand a single move from mine."
"A Fourth Rank fighting a Fifth, and it’s a Daoist against a martial cultivator, you can be proud?"
"So what?"
"..."


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