The head of the Shenmu Sect was named Meng Hong, a kind-looking old man with white hair.

His favorite pastime was fishing. There was a lake in the midst of the Giant Tree Ridge with a third-order water vein, which was his usual haunt.

Today, Mu Yuan was planning to participate in the ninth round of the Sect's grand competition when Meng Hong suddenly summoned him.

"Greetings, Master."