The central Jun Heaven Territory, a mountain peak of Kunlun Mountain.
A black-clothed youth was currently seated in the meditative position on a huge rock atop a cliff.
A middle-aged man appeared behind him.
“Yan Zhaoge slew the Heaven Emperor’s head disciple, Qing Shuzi, and his seventh disciple, Daoist Leading Mist,” The middle-aged man said in a heavy tone, “The Heaven Emperor will definitely not let things go easily when he learns of this.”
“He is currently still in extradimensional space and unable to spare time to return. Still, as soon as he returns, he will definitely go to the southeast.”
The black-clothed youth stood up from the huge rock, turning as he asked, “What do you want to do, senior apprentice-brother?”
The middle-aged man pondered for a moment before answering, “I desire to head to the southeast.”
“However, now would not be a good time. An appropriate timing is necessary, or going there would be too impolite.”