Three auroras streaked across the sky, resembling three meteorites. Soon, Chu Ming and his companions arrived at Ghost Mountain.
Looking down from the back of the Sky Eagle, Chu Ming furrowed his brow. For some reason, he felt an eerie presence in Ghost Mountain, as if it were a dragon's lair or a tiger's den.
"Hehehe, isn't this the famous Master Chu?"
A pink figure shot out from the shadows of Ghost Mountain—it was Hong Ling Daoist. At that moment, Hong Ling Daoist's countenance was charming, her sleeve covering her face. Although her words were flattering, a cold glint flashed in her eyes.
Behind her, a middle-aged man stood quietly, his face calm and composed, his white robe fluttering.
"That's the Seven Blood Daoist from Cyan Nether Mountain, with cultivation at the Fourth Layer of Guiyuan Realm!"
Heavenly Star Daoist squinted his eyes and gently spoke behind Chu Ming.
