Taiji Mountain.

"Li Xuanchen," Yuwen Shengcheng beckoned to the young man who was currently cultivating. Rising to his feet, Li Xuanchen darted into a secret room with Yuwen Shengcheng.

Staring at the white-robed boy before him, complex emotions flashed past Li Xuanchen's eyes. He had assumed the fight would end in an easy victory for Yuwen Shengcheng, but the opposite was true; he had been beaten into a sorry state.

Even now, there was blood on his weak and listless face. Wherever he went, strange gazes would follow. Meanwhile, Tianming’s reputation as a genius had spread through the entire Grand-Orient Mountain range. One only had to ask around to know that Yuwen Shengcheng had...