Chapter 657: The Overbearing Whitebrow

Cloude Temple. At the Rear Mountain Peak, the White-browed Taoist stood with his hands clasped behind his back. The wind tugged at his long, drooping brows and snapped at his ash-gray robe, yet he remained as immovable as a nail driven into stone. Asher Rickett stood over thirty feet away, not daring to step closer. It was not out of reverence. It was because of… Pressure. The Pressure pouring from the White-browed Taoist felt like a mountain and a sea all at once, like an abyss and a prison....