The defenses on Thunder Mountain were far tighter than elsewhere in the Wind Thunder Mountain Range. Near the foot of the mountain, people with Dou Qi wings of various colors would occasionally fly into the air to patrol the surroundings.
However, Gu He's position lay completely outside the patrol range of those Wind Thunder Pavilion disciples.
Gu He swiftly swept up to the mountaintop. Before long, an enormous plaza appeared beneath his feet. The plaza was made from the silver giant trees found everywhere on Thunder Mountain, glittering silver from end to end and exceptionally eye-catching. There were several uneven pits scattered across the plaza; presumably, this was where the Wind Thunder Pavilion disciples usually trained.
At the summit of Thunder Mountain, the most striking sight was undoubtedly the enormous silver tower. It stood at least three or four hundred feet tall, majestic beyond compare. Lightning constantly flickered around its exterior, while its spire pierced directly into the clouds, giving it an exceedingly mysterious air.
At that moment, on the uppermost level of the silver tower, a silver-clad figure sat cross-legged.
This man was rather tall. He appeared to be only forty or fifty years old, yet a strand of silver-white beard hung from his chin. He wore a silver robe covered in lightning patterns that flowed continuously as though alive. Faint traces of thunderous might even spread from it.
Suddenly, space before the seated silver figure on the highest level of the tower's spire violently distorted.
Sensing the anomaly, the middle-aged man in silver abruptly opened his eyes, surprise and fury flashing within them.
"Who dares trespass upon my Thunder Mountain?!" the silver figure shouted. His voice was like exploding thunder, carrying boundless might as it swept outward.
Under that shout, countless seated figures on the other levels of