Not far from the Qingcheng Sword Sect's grounds, the white-bearded Daoist suddenly bellowed, "Zhao Rui, get out here!"
His voice rolled like thunder, startling countless birds and beasts.
Everyone in the Qingcheng Sword Sect was jolted awake by the shout. They all hurriedly dressed and went to investigate.
After shouting, the Daoist's figure floated into the air. He cast a contemptuous gaze over the Qingcheng Sword Sect disciples swarming out below.
"What business do you have with me?"
The words had barely left his lips when Zhao Rui's figure appeared nearby.
"You're Zhao Rui?"
The old, white-bearded Daoist sized up Zhao Rui, his eyes narrowing instantly.
"And who are you?"
"I am Cangwu Zi of the Qingcheng Sect."
"Never heard of you. Is it the Qingcheng Sect's way to disturb people's sleep for no reason?"
"You may not know me, but I certainly remember you. Over a year ago, you shattered my Divine Soul. You haven't forgotten, have you?"
"Shattered your Divine Soul?"
