Seeds of the Silver Blade Tree

In the Upper World, a special secret realm.

Here, wisps of azure smoke curled upward, and spiritual energy dispersed like clouds and mist, thick to the extreme, radiating a glow of spirituality.

Several figures emerged from the cave entrance.

As they appeared, the rift in space from which they had been transported vanished without a trace.

"I didn't expect we would randomly be sent to a secret realm..."

The speaker held a folding fan, his tone relaxed, with a fair and handsome appearance, dressed in white robes. He exuded an elegant aura, resembling a youth stepping out from ancient texts.

This person was none other than Master Wuheng, the leader of the second team.

A somewhat hoarse voice sounded from behind Master Wuheng.

"Master Wuheng, what are your plans now?"

The speaker wore dark clothing, his hair as white as silken threads, with no wrinkles on his face, his eyes ancient and tranquil, seemingly concealing some mysteries.