The Azure Jade Mountain Range stretched for ten million miles, consisting of more than a hundred thousand mountains of all sizes. The smallest hills were only several dozen zhang tall, while the largest peaks reached tens of thousands of zhang.
This was one of the Wang Family's five inland strongholds. More than a thousand Wang Family cultivators were stationed here, and over a hundred varieties of Spirit Fruit Trees were planted here. These Spirit Fruits could be used for Alchemy, brewed into wine, or fed to Spirit Beasts.
Wang Lihe was the head of this stronghold. He usually had little to do and lived a relatively leisurely life, allowing him to cultivate in peace.
Inside a secret chamber, Wang Lihe sat cross-legged on a cyan meditation cushion with his eyes tightly shut. One Flying Sword after another, each flashing with dazzling spiritual light, revolved around him. As he inhaled and exhaled, the Flying Swords swayed gently, emitting waves of resonant sword cries.
After a while, a Sound Transmission Talisman flew in and landed before Wang Lihe.
Wang Lihe seemed to sense something. The Flying Swords around him successively dissipated, and he opened his eyes, a faint trace of cold light shooting from them.
He seized the Sound Transmission Talisman and clenched his five fingers. The talisman spontaneously combusted, and a respectful man's voice abruptly rang out. "Old Ancestor, Senior Hua from Hundred Butterfly Valley has come to visit. She says she has an important matter and wishes to see you."
Wang Lihe took out a cyan, gleaming message disk, struck it with several Hand Seals, and instructed, "Lianghao, escort her to the Reception Hall. I'll be there shortly."
"Yes, Old Ancestor."
After putting away the Message Disk, Wang Lihe left his residence and went to the Reception Hall.
Not long