A certain mountain, inside a cave.
The air rippled like water, revealing the figures of a man and a woman, both carrying traces of joy in their expressions.
"Zhang Shouyang ascended to become a supernatural being at just over fifty years old—truly worthy of being a direct disciple from the residence of the Celestial Master. Too bad he was careless and underestimated us, ultimately falling into our hands!"
The man's handsome face darkened with a cruel glint, and he said, "In today's era, Mount Longhu is in decline, and he's the only capable successor. If we can eliminate him, it will be a significant blow to the Heavenly Master."
"Hmpf, I only care about those Sword Cultivators!" the woman responded coldly.
"Don't rush. Sooner or later, you'll have your chance for revenge."
The man reassured her and added, "Time waits for no one. Let's begin the ritual immediately!"
