It was yet again twilight, and a star fell from the sky. Several beggars who had taken refuge in the dilapidated temple were utterly terrified and kowtowing outside its gate. Hearing someone asking them a question, one of them stammered out, "S-s... Immortal Master, this is at the outskirts of Fenglin City, and this temple... I... we don't know its name.",A man with bare feet, wearing a mask and carrying a bronze chest on his back, stood on the back of a flying hawk, silent as the wind. Or perhaps, his words were already lost in the flash of steel.,His forehead, with veins throbbing visibly, showed the immense pain he was enduring, but his gaze remained resolute. His other hand still clutched at the incantation seals.。