Amid the jungle, a towering mountain peak rose into the clouds. It was shrouded in mist.
The mountain was steep, with cliffs covered in dry grass and rocks. Everyone who looked upon it felt a sense of fear.
At that moment, two figures stood at the highest point.
One was a middle-aged man in Daoist robes. His long hair flowed elegantly, and his handsome features were tinged with melancholy.
The other was a beautiful woman in dark robes. She held a starlight stone tablet. She seemed untouched by the passage of time. She looked at the man in puzzlement.
"It seems he's here. What could have happened?" Hu Yuexin asked.
Feng Hua sighed.
"When did you receive the news, Senior?"
"It has been some time."
"The 'gift' should be here soon. Senior, be careful."
"Be careful? Why? What is he planning to do?" Hu Yuexin asked.