"""
The storm had not ceased, and the lights in the Bixia Inn still flickered, but everything had turned silent.
In the main hall, each guest waited in silence, communicating only through Divine Thought Transmission to avoid inadvertently offending the envoy from Eternal Night Mountain who was about to arrive.
An hour later.
"Bang!"
The inn's door suddenly shook, swinging wide open as the stormy wind rushed in.
A tall, thin man in a black robe suddenly appeared at the doorway of the inn, his pale face resembling a corpse. The intangible aura of pressure made it difficult for the Great Cultivators in the hall to breathe.
"He's here!"
Madam Jiuyin's spirit rose, and she quickly stepped forward to greet him.
Everyone immediately understood; this was indeed the envoy from Eternal Night Mountain.
