Wu Guiyun drew near the edge of the restriction, his gaze penetrating the layers of pale mist. At last, he could see the newcomer clearly—a young man in a black robe. Despite his emotionless face, his appearance was striking and elegant, every bit as impressive as the scions of the Noble Families and Major Sects he had seen in his time.
His heart, which had been lodged in his throat, finally settled back into his chest.
Wu Guiyun sighed in relief. 'The man across from me is clearly a living person, and he seems to be from a Noble Family or a Major Sect. In Central Earth, background is practically synonymous with power. The more distinguished a cultivator's status, the stronger they are.'
'It's not surprising that such a distinguished individual would have the ability to travel through the night.'
"I am Wu Guiyun of Wunan. And you are, Elder...?"
