A black tree only about a foot tall grew in a stretch of ancient mountain forest shrouded in fog.0

The tree looked as if it had been forged out of bronze, and its surface glowed with an air of divinity. Three quail-egg-sized red fruits hung from its leafless branches. Each emanated a resplendent rain of light.0

Nothing grew around it, not even an inch of grass. Even the fog dared not draw near.0

Suddenly, a slender, graceful figure silently forged her way through the mist. Her skin was like suet, and her eyes were bright and beautiful. She was a true beauty, but she was cold and aloof, like an orchid growing in a secluded valley.0

This was none other than Tang Yuyan.0

She carried a short purple saber, and her aura was withdrawn. She walked in silence, stealthily drawing closer to the foot-tall black tree. 0

A group of six Immortal Lords were hidden deeper in the fog. Two were from the Tang Family. The other four were from the Tang Family's allied factions.0

All of them were among the greatest Immortal Lords of the present day.0

Every last one of them was ready and waiting for battle. They watched Tang Yuyan intently, ready...0