He finally saw his son—Edward Parker—dressed exactly the same as the other three, all in cyan robes with black belts. Among the four, his son was the youngest; the other three looked middle-aged or elderly. Only the man standing in the center left him secretly shocked.

That man was actually even younger than his own son, even a bit thin, with extremely fair and delicate skin, star-like eyes and sword-shaped brows, a head of jet-black hair, dressed in a black robe, looking fresh and clean, with a warm smile on his face. But when that man’s eyes turned to him, Mr. Parker actually felt as if he’d been pricked by needles.

Most importantly, his son Edward Parker actually addressed this man as Grandmaster, which was a bit frightening.

Mr. Parker knew this man held an extremely high status, so he became even more respectful, his face full of smiles—a fawning smile. He said, “Honored Immortal, please come inside and have a seat!”

Within the Tusi Manor, there was a forbidden area where a small building had been constructed, exquisitely decorated with carved beams and painted rafters, using golden-thread nanmu and sandalwood. This place was specially prepared to receive his son’s fellow sect members.

Mr. Parker did not recognize the Grandmaster of his son’s sect, but this man was extremely famous in the cultivation world, named William Harris, with the nickname Mr. Harris in the cultivation world. He was a peerless genius, ranked first in martial strength within Edward Parker’s sect.

William Harris walked in front, followed closely by the four sect disciples, while Mr. Parker attentively led the way at the side.

They soon arrived at the rear courtyard of the Tusi Manor, passed through several gates, and came to a moon gate. Mr. Parker said, “Please, please come in!”

William Harris nodded slightly. He could tell that the place was spotlessly clean, even the flowers and trees at the sides were neatly trimmed—it was clear a lot of effort had been put in.

Arriving in front of the small building, four beautiful maids knelt on either side. William Harris said calmly, “No need for attendants here, let them leave.”

Edward Parker hurriedly waved his hand and said, “You may go, wait outside the courtyard.”

William Harris entered through the main door.

The small building had a modest parlor, furnished with tables and chairs. On the table, several silver trays were piled high with local fruits.

Mr. Parker said, “This place is really too simple, I hope Honored Immortal won’t mind.”

William Harris didn’t care at all. He said, “No need to fuss. Come, sit down, I have something to ask.” He pulled out the chair in the center and sat down in a bold, commanding manner.

Mr. Parker didn’t dare to sit. He stood to the side and said, “Please speak, Honored Immortal.”

William Harris asked, “The red glow on the horizon… how many days has it been?”

Mr. Parker was taken aback, thought for a moment, and said uncertainly, “Maybe forty or fifty days, maybe over sixty… I can’t quite remember.”

William Harris knew that mortals couldn’t remember everything as clearly as cultivators could. As long as cultivators paid attention, they would hardly forget anything.

He said, “Then, in this recent period, have any other cultivators come here?”

Mr. Parker replied, “I… really don’t know. They… wouldn’t come to my Tusi Manor.” He looked at William Harris a bit nervously, feeling quite ashamed that he hadn’t answered either question perfectly.

But judging by William Harris’s expression, there wasn’t much surprise, nor did his face change. That handsome face even made Mr. Parker feel jealous—this was someone favored by the heavens.

William Harris sighed inwardly. From the start, he knew he wouldn’t get much information; it was only because Edward Parker insisted that there must be some clue here.

Before coming, William Harris had specially checked the sect’s ancient records. The Kunwu Mountains were once very famous in ancient times, said to be inhabited by immortals. However, the records were incomplete, only briefly mentioning it without detailed descriptions.

But the records did mention the name of an ancient sect.

The Sect of Chasing Immortals!

Chapter Two Old Mr. Harris

Could it be that the ruins of the Sect of Chasing Immortals have appeared?

It was said that the Sect of Chasing Immortals had a mysterious origin, was established rapidly, and produced many experts. But the entire sect didn’t last long—after a few hundred years, it was completely lost to history. Many experts in later generations had investigated, but found nothing, and gradually this piece of history was forgotten.

The most important thing was the point that puzzled many cultivation sects: what kind of power could allow a sect to rise so quickly? This amazed and fascinated every cultivation sect.

Mr. Parker stood there, noticing that the Grandmaster from his son’s sect hadn’t spoken at all, but sat with eyes closed as if asleep. He felt quite uneasy, not knowing if the Grandmaster was dissatisfied with him.

William Harris had come this time purely to gather information and to investigate the ruins. Because of his formidable strength, he hadn’t planned to bring any subordinates. Mr. Parker’s son and the other three sect cultivators would not accompany him to the ruins; the sect’s follow-up forces would assemble at the Tusi Manor.

Just as Mr. Parker was feeling anxious, a steward was sneaking around outside the door. Edward Parker frowned slightly, walked out, and said in a low voice, “What are you doing?”