When dusk arrived, this gave the surrounding atmosphere a touch of melancholy and sadness. Under the hazy moonlight, no matter what others said or how furious they were, Lin Yun and An Liuyan slowly approached the Dragon’s Head, admiring the scenery.

“He is an interesting person.” The champion of the Fourth Heavenly Path, Mu Qianjue, leaned on the throne located at the Dragon’s Head while calmly watching Lin Yun and An Liuyan approaching his location. There were all kinds of people on the Blue Dragon Record. There were arrogant people, people hiding themselves, ruthless people, and those who would betray their allies. But only Lin Yun brought someone along with him.

If it wasn’t during the Blue Dragon Record, Mu Qianjue might have been interested in befriending someone like Ye Qingtian. But it was a pity that there could only be one champion on each path of the Blue Dragon Record. When he stood up from the throne, two people appeared from his sides: a woman and a man.

The one on the left was the holy son of the Northern Ridge’s Lone Mountain, Mo Cheng. He came from the Lone Mountain holy land, a divine mountain covered in snow. Five years ago, the Lone Mountain’s holy son was already at the Quasi-Saint...