Time passed.
For Golden Core Grandmasters...
...it was perfectly normal to spend years, or even decades, preparing and planning for a single event.
Several more years passed after Zhou Yuantong sent word that it was time to act, and now, news had finally arrived again.
A Flying Ship carrying Zhu Ju and Pei Jingque crossed the vast sky, approaching the edge of the Western Wilderness.
Further west from here was a boundless desert.
To the east,
the way they had come, was a land of lush greenery shrouded in a dense miasma—the Ten Thousand Mountains.
To the north,
lay the Dazhou Territory.
The Flying Ship arrived at a barren hill, circled a few times, and then slowly descended.
Several people were already waiting there.
"Sect Leader Pei."
A woman in white robes purer than snow stood with her hands clasped behind her back, her beautiful eyes fixed on Pei Jingque:
"I have long admired your great name. At last, we meet."
"Fellow Daoist Zhou." Pei Jingque smiled faintly.
