Nan Zhanbu Continent, deep within the hundred thousand mountains of the Southern Border.
In a highly secretive cave's depths, Xu Jian's ears suddenly twitched, and he opened his eyes.
A trace of surprise flashed across those profound eyes.
By his side, Duanmu Cheng sat cross-legged with an ashen complexion. A month had passed, and the once Duanmu Fourth Master had become a prisoner at his mercy, his beard unkempt and his face haggard.
"Did you just hear a noise?" Xu Jian asked.
Duanmu Cheng snorted, "These hundred thousand mountains of the Southern Border are the most secret place; how could anyone come here?"
As he spoke, a faint and elusive voice carried over.
"Yang Fei... Qin Yanyang has come to seek you. If you hear this, then quickly go to the tunnel entrance to meet him."
Even though the voice came from afar, it was clear that it was propelled by robust Inner Strength, and it could be heard distinctly.