In the depths of the vast mountain range, thousands of miles away.
Within a small, cloud-enshrouded mountain range that is silent except for the wailing of the mountain winds sweeping through the forest.
On the azure rocks, lay two battered figures.
Fen Yao, clad in dust-soiled white robes, lay in a state of unconsciousness.
And Cangming Heaven, half-reclining amidst a pile of rubble with blood gushing from his face, forming a picture of devastation.
"Tell me quickly, where did you get this thing?"
Lu Xuan's oppressively compelling voice suddenly pierced the silence, his distinctly jointed right hand gripping a golden Jade Seal tightly.
There was an almost maniacal fervor burning in his inky black eyes, as if he sought to incinerate everything in front of him.
Lu Xuan's sudden emotional shift made the seriously injured Cangming Heaven's pupils contract sharply.
He was momentarily stunned, staring at this unfamiliar chief steward of the Law Enforcement Hall in front of him.
