That night, under a sky dotted with sparse stars and a bright moon,
Li Chen sat cross-legged, suspended in mid-air within a valley, bathed in the moonlight, his body surrounded by a flowing radiance as if he were a Heavenly God.
At that moment, three ghost-like figures quietly approached.
These three were none other than the Deputy Sect Master of the Yin Ghost Sect, Ying Gui, the master of hidden weapons from Tang Sect, Tang Qianqiu, and Feng Yunhai, a Magic Master Venerated by the Yuann Family.
"He is Immortal Master Li, truly stunning beyond comparison!"
Ying Gui squinted his eyes, locking firmly onto Li Chen in the valley, and chillingly praised him.
Tang Qianqiu's eyes burned with fire, and if not for Feng Yunhai holding him back, he would have rushed forward immediately, wanting to grind Li Chen to dust.
"Brother Tang, keep your composure. The time is not right yet. If we rashly make our move now, even if we could severely injure him, we wouldn't be able to capture him."
