In a secluded and mysterious place in the Dao Martial Saint Land.

Deep in the mountains surrounded by clouds, a figure soared up into the sky from a gigantic cave and headed straight for the horizon, dominating the sky.

As the clouds in the sky scattered, his figure gradually emerged.

It was a golden-robed middle-aged man with a huge built. His face was handsome, and his complexion was as clear as jade. His eyes looked majestic without looking fierce. He was like a tower as he hovered in the air, his manner imposing.

"It has been 30 years since I went into closed-door cultivation… I wonder how Yong'er is doing," the middle-aged man muttered to himself suddenly. A rarely-seen gentle expression appeared on his noble face. It was as though the word 'Yong'er' held a magical ability.

As though he was reminded by something, the golden-robed middle-aged man's face suddenly darkened, and the gentleness on his face disappeared without a trace. "Hurmph! If it wasn't because of those old men