Amidst a flash of golden light, Xin Yun and Chu Rui appeared on a cliffside, next to a cottage draped by a cascading waterfall and surrounded by birdsong and fragrance. Looking over at the cliff's edge, Po Kong was sitting cross-legged on a large boulder by the waterfall, his eyes half-closed, deeply immersed in cultivation.
In theory, not just anyone could come here; this area could definitely be considered the core territory of the Po Kong Clan. It was impossible to get through from the sky above or from the ground below, the only way was to appear directly here like Xin Yun and Chu Rui had done.
The moment Xin Yun and Chu Rui arrived, Po Kong's body jolted, and then he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze shining brightly as it fell upon Chu Rui. Then his brow suddenly furrowed, clearly because he had noticed Xin Yun's presence.
