Cangyun Mountain, Qi Yun Pavilion.
This grand hall, located at the summit of Cangyun Mountain and level with the clouds, was the most central and sacred place in the entire Cangyun Sect.
Within the hall, wisps of green smoke curled up from an incense burner amidst a profound silence.
Sect Leader Xu Zhouzi, dressed in a simple gray Daoist robe, with silver hair and a silver beard, sat cross-legged on the main seat. His face was as ruddy as a baby's.
His eyes were slightly closed, his expression placid and untroubled, as if he were deaf and blind to the gruesome scene outside that had transformed into an Asura Hell.
Beside him stood a handsome Daoist acolyte, about ten years old.
The boy wore a matching gray Daoist robe. He was exquisitely featured, with red lips and white teeth, and his pair of pitch-black eyes were as clear as water.
At this moment, however, those clear eyes were filled with worry.
