The night was bright with a full moon, pure and clear. The wind howled, and the vast emptiness echoed in silent solitude.
Chen Fei sat cross-legged on the edge of the broken cliff, below him, faint deep ivory lines were concealed within the rock crevices, unable to be detected, mysterious indeed.
Meanwhile, on the horizon, thirteen figures approached on terrifying clouds, drawing nearer. Upon seeing Chen Fei sitting atop the broken cliff, they couldn't help but let their gaze slightly intensify.
"Were you waiting for us?" A drum-like voice rang out as an old man with frosty hair stepped forward coldly, gazing at Chen Fei. At this moment, Chen Fei looked anything but unaware; rather, it seemed he knew they were coming and was waiting for them.
If that were true, then today's events...
