The man standing beside Jia Tianlong was a dwarf, about three feet tall. In his forties, he was slender and wiry. He wore a red robe trimmed with gold thread, gold rings on his fingers and a thick gold chain around his neck, and several golden bells tied at his waist. As he spoke, a shimmer of gold gleamed from his mouth, suggesting he had gold teeth. From the outside, he looked like a typical up-and-comer, a country-born wealthy man. At this moment, he was clearly impatient, evidently dissatisfied with Jia Tianlong's hesitation. Such a plain, unimpressive dwarf, dressed like a country landowner, had shown such disrespect to Jia Tianlong, prompting the loyal iron guards nearby to glare at him in disapproval. The dwarf also sensed the dissatisfaction of these iron guards, yet he chuckled dryly, paying them no heed, and instead turned with an air of lofty confidence to Jia Tianlong and said: "Master Jia, you spent three thousand taels of gold to invite me all the way from Jin Guang Temple—will you simply stand here and watch the night unfold? If there's anyone you'd like me to handle, please name them now. Surely you won't expect me to face the Master of the Qi Xu Sect, a rather weak opponent, will you? That one you can easily manage yourself, and there's no need to spend such a sum to bring me in." To be sure, this red-robed dwarf was someone he met by chance in a temple near the neighboring barbarian territories. The man introduced himself as Jin Guang Shangren, possessing boundless magical powers, and personally demonstrated to him the art of flying swords and the invincible strength of a diamond body. Witnessing these feats firsthand, Jia Tianlong was deeply impressed and convinced that the man was indeed a true immortal of legendary repute, thus cultivating a strong sense of personal regard. Upon learning that the man had a particular obsession with gold, Jia immediately showered him with generous amounts of gold and showed him consistent deference, eventually winning his favor and securing a promise of assistance. As a result, Jia Tianlong always treated the dwarf with the humility of a junior, never allowing any trace of displeasure to surface at his self-assured demeanor—he was well aware that Jin Guang Shangren was no mere wild wolf clan figure he could easily challenge. Upon hearing this, Jin Guang Shangren burst into hearty laughter, and only after the laughter had subsided did he speak with his usual lofty demeanor: "A few ordinary folk, and that's all I'll take care of!" Even if they were of the highest skill and most formidable martial prowess, they would still fall short of my flying sword techniques—you need have no worries!" "Then I shall be deeply grateful, Master Immortal. The compensation I have promised will be fully kept, and upon success, I am willing to add another 20,000 taels of gold as a token of my gratitude." Jia Tianlong was delighted, quickly adding more gold tokens to his pledge, knowing that the other party was not particularly generous and that gold was the most reliable currency. Upon hearing this, the Golden Light Monastic, with his dry, papery face, broke into a gentle smile, nodding with satisfaction—clearly impressed by Jia's tact and foresight. With the assurance of the Golden Light Monastic, Jia Tianlong no longer hesitated. He immediately ordered all members of the Wild Wolf Clan to ascend to the summit of the Sunset Peak, preparing to launch an assault on the Seven Perfection Sect's main hall—the Seven Perfection Hall. However, due to the large number of people gathering on the mountain, Jia Tianlong and his bodyguards struggled to reach the stone hall in time. Master Jia had never before witnessed the main hall of his long-time rival, yet he was still stunned by the grandeur of the Qi Xu Palace. Now, comparing his Wild Wolf Clan's main stronghold to this, it seemed more like a dog's den—utterly unimpressive. On the open plateau at the summit of the Sunset Peak, several stone palaces rose abruptly, constructed from massive bluish stones—three large ones and six smaller ones. Though at night, the dim glow of torches made it difficult to see their full forms clearly, the imposing, dark, robust, and majestic presence of these stone halls still left the newly arrived members of the Wild Wolf Clan and other smaller clans in awe. For a moment, they hesitated before launching an immediate assault, instead surrounding the palaces tightly, sealing them off completely. "After two hundred years of continuous tradition, this sect undoubtedly possesses far greater resources than my own clan, which has only recently emerged over the past dozen years," Master Jia Tianlong thought to himself, quietly impressed. He had already made up his mind: as soon as the Seven Xuan Sect was eliminated, he would immediately move his headquarters here. Only then would such a magnificent structure be worthy of his status as a dominant force. Finally, a middle-aged man in white robes appeared at the entrance. He wore a wooden hairpin in his hair, carrying only a long sword with a white scabbard at his side. Though his face was pale, his eyes were bright and piercing, gazing at those around him with the intensity of a sharp blade—so focused and compelling that it stirred a deep sense of unease in all who looked upon him. He stopped a few paces beyond the entrance, slowly surveying the group gathered before him, showing no sign of fear. His gaze eventually settled on the raised right hand of Jia Tianlong, then shifted from the palm to Jia Tianlong’s face. "Jia Tianlong," the man said, calling out the name of the elder of the Jia clan. "Wang Juechu," Jia Tianlong replied with equal confidence, naming the other’s identity. "It's interesting—we, as leaders of our respective factions, have never met face to face before. Isn't that right, Master Wang of the Wang Clan?" "Jia Tianlong spoke in a leisurely tone, a hint of scorn playing at the corner of his lips, then slowly withdrew his raised right hand. Wang Juechu stared back at Jia Tianlong expressionlessly, silent, and the atmosphere seemed to grow tense. "Master Wang comes here alone—does that mean you intend to surrender?" Jia Tianlong asked with a teasing smile. "Indeed, I intend to discuss the matter of surrender with you," replied Master Wang Juechu of the Qi Xu Sect, responding with the calm, composed demeanor of an ice statue.