The Great Sun was crimson like fire, illuminating the Nine Heavens.
The endless sea of clouds surged with waves under the gale, stretching into the infinite distance.
The vast expanse was awe-inspiring.
Zuo Wentao, however, could barely endure it. Although the scenery was beautiful, the Great Sun True Flame scorched the divine soul, and the Nine Heavens gale slashed like blades.
With over two thousand years of Dao practice, even he found it hard to withstand.
More frightening was Gao Xuan. His words of warm welcome carried an unknown amount of killing intent, making Zuo Wentao's liver quiver in fear.
In his heart, Zuo Wentao actually disliked Gao Xuan. Gao Xuan was too powerful and excessively domineering.
With Gao Xuan stationed in Wuyuan Country, they all had to bow to his authority. This feeling was too uncomfortable.
