At this moment,
high above the Wu Family Collection,
in a certain patch of sky,
a figure in green robes stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His gaze, incomparably deep, was fixed on the distant horizon.
His robes fluttered despite the lack of wind, and wisps of clear Spirit Charm emanated from his body. His entire aura seemed to blend with the heavens and the earth.
An existence such as this—
one could clearly sense just by standing before him that this was an invincible expert who stood above countless living beings!
"Master, is everything alright?"
Suddenly,
the space behind him rippled.
Wu Tianhao's figure emerged. Seeing the familiar silhouette ahead, he lowered his head and bowed with clasped hands.
"What could possibly be wrong? That paltry old man Qijue is just an old ghost who's lived two hundred years too long. A bag of old bones in a tomb, not even worth mentioning."
Master Wandering Dragon waved his hand dismissively, not the least bit concerned.
