The cold moon hangs high, and the mountain breeze blows gently.
"In this vast realm, where can we find refuge?"
Beside the mountain path, a burly elder, with his disheveled hair flowing like a golden lion, looked despondent, sighing deeply.
Beside him, another middle-aged man carrying a young boy on his back remained silent, lost in thought.
Just as the burly elder was becoming more bewildered and lonely.
The middle-aged man suddenly spoke:
"In today's world, aside from the Three Great Immortal Tao Lineages, the Ziwei Chen Family is the most revered. Even if the Profound Celestial Sacred Lands and the Yuu Family joined forces, they might not be a match for the Ziwei Chen Family!"
"Now, I hear that Chen Zhixing, the Master of the Ziwei Star, is opening the mountain gate wide, recruiting disciples extensively. We should take the Little One and seek refuge with the Ziwei Chen Family!"
Upon hearing these words, the burly elder was taken aback, quickly shaking his head:
