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There were immortal mountains upon the sea, amid drifting white clouds.

Mirage Tower Mountain within the clouds and mist was the most central place of the Penglai Supreme Sect. Only upon reaching the Seventh Realm would one be qualified to establish a cave abode there and become a true member of the Supreme Sect. Before that, even if one could cultivate there alongside one's master or elders, one was no more than an appendage.

The day one established a residence atop Mirage Tower Mountain was the ultimate dream of countless young people throughout Penglai.

And on one perfectly ordinary day, beneath clear skies and gentle winds, a new pavilion appeared in the northwest of Mirage Tower Mountain. Compared to the resplendent, golden halls before the mountain, this place appeared exceptionally plain.

Daoist Mystic Deer, clad in black, arrived there and softly called outside the pavilion's door, "Congratulations, Nephew Yang. You have become the first among your generation to seek the Dao."

The pavilion doors creaked open, revealing the jade-like face of a handsome young man with an indifferent expression. It was Yang Shenlong. He wore a green Daoist robe and carried himself like an accomplished master. Compared to his days as a prodigious youth, his bearing had settled considerably.

Facing Daoist Mystic Deer's congratulations, he showed none of the expected courtesy. Instead, he stepped aside to let him in, closed the door, and bluntly asked, "Was it Uncle Mystic Deer who ordered Qi Lin'er to ambush and kill the people of Shushan's Red Cotton Peak?"

"Hm?" Daoist Mystic Deer had only just sat down when he heard this. He gave a faint smile. "So Nephew Yang called me here to demand an explanation?"

"Does Uncle Mystic Deer know that this was improper?" Yang Shenlong asked from across from him.

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