A severely weathered stone tablet stood amidst the lush ancient trees on the opposite bank of the great river. Most of the tablet had been excavated, previously buried deep in the ground.
The four characters “Thirty-Three Li” were faintly inscribed, written in a script not of this world, deciphered by a Spirit Sense Master who had lived for over a hundred years.
Li Weiyi wore a black night outfit over an iron-cloth battle robe and a talisman robe, with a soft corpse armor underneath, creating four layers of protection that completely concealed his original figure, making him appear rather bulky.
He applied a Face-Changing Technique to alter his facial muscles and slightly lowered his head, walking past a group of the younger generation's top experts from the Southern Region, wary of being recognized by those who had seen him, such as Yang Qingxi and Shi Shishi.
A silver-horned deer-drawn cart was parked by the riverbank, the curtains hanging on either side. Yang Qingxi sat inside, laughing, “They've only sent five martial practitioners at the Five Seas Realm into the mountains, it seems that the Left Qiu Sect’s goal this time is quite clear—only for the Immortal Soil.”
Left Qiu Ting fanned himself lightly, “I came in a rush, and didn’t bring enough manpower.”