C881 A Dream of a Thousand Years

Martial Saint Mountain, a small house at the edge of a cliff.

"Elder, exactly when should we make our move? If we continue to delay it like this, we will not have a chance." The azure-dressed woman lowered her voice as she asked impatiently.

The old man, who was called an Elder, had an anxious look on his face as he said, "Cui Er, I know you are anxious