In the vicinity of the Black Cloud Mountain Ranges. One rather ordinary-looking mountaintop.

A young man dressed entirely in black was seated up against the trunk of a tree. His eyes were shut closed and his hands pressed together in a hand seal. A black light shone from his body like a flickering candle. He was clearly in meditation.

Right beside him was a middle-aged man in blood-red robes and another elder dressed in black.

Needless to say, the young man resting up against the tree trunk was the mysterious assailant that had killed so many people back in the pocket and the one who had fought Bai Yunfei to a stand-still.

The sun was already setting beyond the mountains by the time the young man’s internal soulforce was stabilized to a certain level. Coughing once to clear his throat, he opened his eyes.

“Are...