In the Misty Illusory Manor.
Several strange peaks stood tall, surrounded by clouds and mist. It was like a paradise on earth. From a distance, it looked like jade embedded in the auspicious clouds. The pavilions were suspended in the air. If one looked carefully, one would find that the peaks were supported by exquisite arrays.
All the peaks had disciples going in and out, but it was silent. Everyone knew that the sect master He Tianguang had been in a bad mood recently. He had lost his beloved disciple, Bai Haoyu, and almost all of his disciples had been wiped out in the secret realm.
Out of the Seven Great Sects, only the Misty Illusory Manor had suffered heavy losses. Ever since He Tianguang returned from the secret realm that day, he had locked himself up on the main peak, and no one dared to disturb him.
He Tianguang sat cross-legged with his brows tightly furrowed. A deep voice kept ringing in his mind.