A Man's Name Grows Like a Tree's Shadow

The next morning.

From the main peak of Ethereal Sect, four Foundation Establishment Cultivators rode on their flying swords, speeding towards the front peak. There were three men and one woman.

Among the four, the woman was the most eye-catching. Her shirt was white as snow, untainted by any form of dust and her beauty was unparalleled with glistening complexion. The only thing was that she had an extremely cold gaze that seemed impenetrable to all life.

That woman was Leng Rou.

Of the three men, one of them was rotund. He wasn't tall but he had a chirpy face, smiling at anyone he saw in a kind manner - that was little fatty.

One of the other two men was Lu Yangrong, a mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

Finally, there was Guan Jin. Even though he was at early-stage Foundation Establishment, he was well-versed in talismans and was already a Grade 2 Talisman Master.