Although the mountain was steep and perilous, towering into the clouds, it took only half a cup of tea for the two of them to approach the summit.
Clouds and mist drifted beneath their feet. Looking out, they saw banks of white clouds veiling buildings like jade palaces and jeweled halls.
The spiritual energy was dense, refreshing the heart and mind. It truly had the air of an immortal blessed land.
As expected of the dwelling of Spirit Division cultivators, it was indeed enviable.
Lin Yujiao seemed very familiar with the place. With her leading the way, the two soon arrived at a secluded spot.
It was a small lake. As a light breeze brushed past, emerald ripples spread across the water, while the bamboo grove beside it rustled softly. The sights and sounds complemented each other, making the place seem all the more tranquil.
Two figures stood by the lake.
From afar, one could see that they were a man and a woman.
They stood there quietly, without the slightest trace of spiritual power about them, yet Lin Xuan's pupils contracted slightly. He had already naturally sensed the pressure of Spirit Division cultivators.
Were these the two Supreme Elders of the sect?
Lin Xuan had already met the youth surnamed Long.
The woman beside him, however, was far more mysterious. Although Lin Xuan had not been in the sect for long, he had paid some attention, yet none of the cultivators he had come into contact with even knew this woman's title.
Looking over now, the woman seemed to be only in her early twenties, with a handsome, delicate face and an ethereal, refined beauty. Like the youth surnamed Long, her ears were pointed, and her pupils were an even more dazzling silver.
As for her cultivation, it was