The bright moon illuminated the dome of heaven, revealing a few idle clouds.

However, outside of the mansion grotto on the Sixth Peak, Patriarch Golden Vajra Warrior actually looked gloomy in the moonlight. And that gloominess amplified the worry visible on his face. The truth was that he didn’t care too much for the wealth he’d lost. The real reason he’d coughed up blood was the fury of seeing his sect headquarters ruined.

The spirit stones that had been out for the taking had been placed there mostly for decoration.

And what he worried about now was that his enemy was in Seven Blood Eyes, getting stronger and stronger. As anxiety mounted within him, he looked at the mansion grotto, and noted how silent it was. There seemed to be no response to his greeting.

Enough time passed for half an incense stick to burn. Then, he heard a sigh from within.

“Long time no see, Master Freespirit.”

Patriarch Golden Vajra Warrior’s actual daoist name was Master Freespirit. However, it had been years since people in the area started referring to him as a patriarch. Thus, there were only a few people who called him by his daoist name. When Patriarch Golden Vajra Warrior heard that name, a flicker of reminiscence appeared in his eyes, and he sighed lightly.

“Long time no see,” he said.

The closed stone door of the grotto rumbled open, revealing inky darkness within, out of which strode an unusual-looking person. He was an old man who walked with a very rigid gait. He wore a deep blue daoist robe, had long gray hair, and he had a very somber expression on his face.

As he walked up to Patriarch Golden Vajra Warrior and stood in front of him, the wind caught...