Just before Wu Wang made his move against the Chaotic Emotion Demon Sect.
The silver-haired inspection immortal envoy, Mao Aowu, sat on a cloud, slowly making his way toward the Xuan Nu Sect's gates. He had the Jade Tag of a Pavilion Master at his waist and a Giant Sword, cracked in countless places, lying beside him.
"The road is long, and the path is endless, yet the carefree wind knows not decorum, brushing against my face, disturbing my worries... Brilliant, HAHAHAHA!"
Mao Aowu patted his thigh, grabbed a jade gourd, tilted his head back for a couple of swigs of fine wine, and hummed a tune he had heard the day before at Guantao Tower.
