Guest From the Divine Mountains

A single figure slowly walked over, seeming rather desolate and and indistinct. There was a bronze pagoda in his hands when he arrived in front of the Martial Imperial Manor.

“Halt!” Someone reprimanded in a low voice to stop the newcomer from walking near.

Zhi ya.

The bright red gate was pushed open and a single man came out. He had jet-black hair, and his skin was fair and translucent like jade. Adding to this exceptional appearance was the indistinct spirited light within his eyes.

“You all, move aside.” He asked the people in the manor to withdraw to the side.

While Grandpa Fifteen was fighting fiercely with the Rain King, Shi Ziteng retreated to the ground floor of the Martial Imperial Manor and waited. He was now greeting and welcoming this individual inside.