On this very night, a streak of thunder light flashed across the sky, traversing thousands of mountains and rivers before finally descending upon a desolate cliff.
The electric glow dispersed, revealing the figure of Zhang Zhixuan first, then, all of a sudden, bolts of lightning converged toward a figure below, sinking into the body one after another.
That was a bronze-skinned, eight-foot-tall big man, clad in ragged yellow cloth, kneeling on one knee on the ground, absorbing the intersecting thunder.
When the thunder light had all scattered, the big man slowly rose to his feet, his broad and majestic face showing a slight flicker as he lowered his head and said to Zhang Zhixuan, "Thank you, Sect Hierarch, for the rescue."
"When you address me as 'Sect Hierarch,' it is my duty to protect you," Zhang Zhixuan said indifferently while standing on the cliff. "Moreover, it was I who personally ordered you to go to the Dinghu Sect. Your capture also bears my responsibility."
