One hundred miles west of Fengming Dock Marketplace, there is an unremarkable small hill.
At the top of the hill, there's a large green stone, and at this moment, beside the large green stone, two cultivators stand facing each other.
"Brother Feng, it's been a while."
Among the two, a cultivator wearing a black robe, with silver hair and a ruddy complexion, smiled at the slightly muscular middle-aged cultivator on the other side.
"Hmph, Brother Wu, you seem to be in good health. It looks like your injuries have fully healed?"
The middle-aged cultivator snorted coldly and said.
At this point, the silver-haired cultivator's face slightly darkened, and he said in a low voice, "The Bai Family Ancestor, being at the Eighth Layer of Foundation Establishment, is indeed not to be underestimated even in his old age."
"Tell me, why did you ask me to come here this time?
Last time, my Feng Family suffered heavy losses, and even the Eighth Duke fell within Fengming Dock Marketplace."
