Two men stood on Fengtian Mountain’s cliff. One had two different-colored eyes, one black and one white: Yuwen Taiji. The other was in a white robe and had a skinny figure. His aquiline nose and long, narrow eyes combined to give him the semblance of a hawk. Finally, his perceptive gaze and hands clasped behind his back made him look full of foresight and wisdom. 

He was the third elder, Yuwen Fengtian!

The father-son pair stood there like two trees rooted to the cliff, staring into the misty abyss below. A black-clad youth sat there cross-legged, a large pile of red spirit gems, the most basic kind, beside him.

His hand grasped at the air repeatedly, as if he was...