You Xin stood with his hands behind his back, his figure cast in sharp relief by the afternoon sun.
His black robe, with its dark silver patterns, was perfectly still. Only the hem would occasionally flutter in the mountain wind, revealing dark, flame-like patterns embroidered with silver thread.
He stood silently in the middle of the official road. Though he was just one man, he seemed to block the entire path.
"Senior Brother Fang..."
Shen Qing's suppressed voice came from behind, filled with unconcealable horror.
The dozen or so other Qingxuan Sect disciples could now also see the figure clearly.
You Xin, True Inheritor of the Netherworld Pavilion, ranked sixth on the Celestial Pride List.
He was second only to Yue Lingtian, Liu Bai, Mad Saber, Wu Xiang, and Xu Qing—the strongest disciple of the Netherworld Pavilion's current generation.
To the younger generation of Qingyang County, he was an insurmountable mountain.
'How could he be here?'
