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Zheng Ming's path ahead was a mountain trail leading up Moyun Mountain, yet at this moment, the trail was deserted. He glanced around briefly and then urged the big black bull he was riding to walk leisurely up the path.

As for the people around him who were scrutinizing him, Zheng Ming was certainly aware of them, but he simply had no intention of paying them any mind.

He was here not for some Demon Path convention nor to vie for Prestige Points; he simply needed to meet someone, or rather, to take that person away with him.

"What audacity to ride a horse on Moyun Mountain! Don't you know the rules? Get down from there!"

The speaker was a robust man whose presence, despite lacking the profoundness of Tuo Tian Ancestor, was impressive in its own right. Towering over ten feet tall, even exceeding Tuo Tian Ancestor in height, his huge fists gave off the impression that one could race horses on his arms.