Time swiftly passes, and sixty years have gone by.
Spirit Control Sect, Golden Roc Peak.
In a certain secret chamber, Shen Long sat cross-legged on a red cushion, his eyes slightly closed, his body enveloped in a reddish glow.
After a while, a Sound Transmission Talisman flew in and landed in front of Shen Long.
The reddish glow around Shen Long dissipated as he opened his eyes, which faintly emitted a sharp gleam.
He exhaled a breath of turbid air and with a flick of his fingers, a ray of red light shot out, striking the Sound Transmission Talisman.
The talisman spontaneously combusted, relaying Lin Sen's voice, "Uncle Shen, a senior named Qian Hao has come to visit, saying that he has important matters to discuss with you."
"Qian Hao!"
Shen Long felt some surprise, as the Monster Beasts invaded the marketplace and Nascent Soul Cultivators fled in all directions, Qian Hao was nowhere to be found.