Lin Xuan made a rough estimate. There were at least close to ten thousand people.
So many cultivators—this was no worse than the righteous path's Three Giants.
He was somewhat surprised, but after a moment's thought, he felt relieved. For three thousand years, Spirit Herb Mountain had always been a great sect; it had merely hidden its strength in the past.
Aside from the alchemists and a small number of cultivators who lived here year-round, the other disciples of the sect had all been scattered throughout various places.
Now, however, the situation had changed. Spirit Herb Mountain had brought all of its strength to the surface and displayed it before everyone. Elders and disciples had returned to the main altar, so such a scale was not strange.
Fortunately, apart from its abundant Earth Fire resources, there was also a rather high-quality Spirit Vein here, so accommodating this many cultivators was no problem at all.
A trace of a smile appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth, and his escape light could not help but speed up by another thirty percent. He was not someone cold and thin by nature; after staying at Spirit Herb Mountain for so long, he still had some feelings for it.
"Hm?"
Seeing that he was almost at the mountain gate, Lin Xuan suddenly withdrew his escape light and stopped, a hint of surprise appearing on his face.
"What is going on?"
Lin Xuan released his divine sense, only to discover that the restrictive grand formation around Spirit Herb Mountain had already been activated. Not only that, but there were also teams of patrolling cultivators. The entire sect looked as if it were facing a great enemy.
Lin Xuan and the two women looked at one another. The Yinhun had not attacked this place, and