Misty clouds curled like dragons, while ancient pines and verdant cypresses stood steadfast.
At the foot of Yulong Sect’s mountain.
Two elder disciples of the Outer Sect, both bearing the aura of immortals and sages, stood frowning.
In their hands was a ceremony invitation letter, its paper stained dark red with blood, yet the immortal seal branded on it still shone with brilliance.
Such an immortal seal could only be impressed by those whose connections reached directly to the Celestial Court or who were true main disciples inheriting from the Three Immortals Sect.
Only they were qualified to leave such a mark.
Their eyes swept over the three people before them.
The man wore tattered white robes, his expression gloomy, teeth clenched tightly, breath uneven and weak.
He pressed forcefully on a wound.
Beside him, a young woman equally ragged yet still possessing undeniable beauty gently supported him.
Tear traces still glistened on the girl’s cheeks; biting her red lips, her blank, vacant eyes stared into empty space as if she had just endured a great calamity.
“So, you’re saying your sect has just experienced disaster, fleeing all the way here, hoping to borrow Yulong Sect’s hospitality to recover your wounds?”
The smaller elder raised his eyebrows and looked at the pair of young prodigies.