The setting sun bled across the gates of the Seventh Hall, splashing the mountainside with scarlet.
Jared arrived with his companions. Hands clasped behind his back, he stood at the forefront while Flaxseed and the others followed at a respectful distance. His slight frame cast a long silhouette in the evening glow, yet the pressure that rolled off him felt unstoppable.
Cultivators from the Azurecloud Sect watched with a mixture of frenzy and reverence, they sensed an imminent battle and knew they were about to witness another miracle.
Step by unhurried step, Jared walked straight toward the lair of the Seventh Hall's overlord.
"Mr. Chance, you truly plan to storm the Seventh Hall alone?" Everett swallowed hard, staring at the mist-shrouded main peak. His voice trembled.
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