A humble courtyard.
Elder Chu and Han Qianluo faced each other across the void. This was the first face-to-face encounter between the two since the end of the battle in the Northern Borderlands, and thirty-two years had passed since then.
Elder Chu stood with hands behind his back, his gaze sharp as a blade!
Han Qianluo's presence was overwhelming, his eyes icy and piercing!
The aura of both men was climbing steadily.
It seemed as though they had not yet clashed, but even Han Mengqiu of the Divinity Transformation Realm might not have been able to withstand the oppressive atmosphere between them.
Indeed, the two had already fought countless moves in their minds.
But in the end, it was difficult to tell them apart.
"I didn't expect, after thirty-two years apart, that you'd have reached such a terrifying level of cultivation!"
Han Qianluo spoke in a calm tone, even with a hint of mockery, "No wonder you had the courage to let Zhou Yuan plot against my great-grandson."