"Is this the place?" Ye Qiu gazed at a waterfall nestled in the mountains. Earlier, he had silently locked his spiritual power onto the middle-aged man; now, following the guidance of his spiritual power, it was undoubtedly here.
"Could there be something peculiar about this waterfall?" Ye Qiu murmured to himself.
Ye Qiu eyed the waterfall but decided not to enter, wary of any lurking danger. Instead, he chose a straightforward and forceful approach, launching a punch that instantly collapsed the entire waterfall.
Water splashed, and the ground shook momentarily.
Shush shush...
Two figures swiftly emerged.
"Who dares to destroy my abode?" a voice exclaimed. Ye Qiu immediately recognized the middle-aged man.
"Young master, he is Ye Qiu," the middle-aged man stammered. After a brief pause, he quickly revealed Ye Qiu's identity.
"You are Ye Qiu?" The young man scrutinized Ye Qiu. He had just been contemplating meeting Ye Qiu, only to find him appearing here suddenly.
