A massive surge of energy erupted from the back of the Umbral Peak Sect's mountain, shooting straight toward the front in an instant.

The Eastern Wanderer, Byron Ashby, had arrived!

Andrew stood on top of a withered tree, his greatsword gleaming faintly as he watched the figure emerge.

The man had long salt-and-pepper hair and, much like Monty, dressed in a scholar-style robe. He was handsome, almost refined. However, beneath that polished exterior ran a current of pure malice.

"To think su