Nian Du lay on the northwestern shore of Lake Danan and was famed throughout the world for making carriages.
In the outskirts of Nian Du, on Nanli Peninsula, some thirteen hundred cultivators from the Banshan Sect and Hundred Refinements Hall had gathered.
"Confirming the locations of royal tombs and ancient sages' abodes is a technical craft."
A tall woman watched the experts of the Banshan Sect and Hundred Refinements Hall deal with the enormous dragon-shaped creature that had flown from the peninsula's cliffside. Her heart surged as she smiled. "For the Banshan Sect to find a Blessed Land from the True King Era is truly remarkable."
She had bright eyes, pearly teeth, skin white as snow, and lips that were thin above and full below. A tiny black mole rested beside the right corner of her upper lip, lending her an unusual charm.
She wore a bright, thin goose-yellow cross-collared long jacket, with a red ribbon embroidered with daylilies beneath each arm.
The long jacket reached her knees, below which a red pleated skirt hung with a heavy drape, revealing the upturned tips of her shoes.
The one speaking with her was none other than the Banshan Sect's sect master, Baili Mu. He was not tall, nor was he old, barely over forty. Since he had spent years active at night and coming and going through tomb passages, his voice was soft.
"Saintess Xuan overpraises me. I have studied the Dragon Shaking Scripture since childhood. Though I achieved a little success, the art was incomplete. Fortunately, Young Master bestowed upon me his treasured copy of the Dragon Shaking Scripture, allowing my cultivation to advance by leaps and bounds."
Baili Mu spoke respectfully. "Young Master's kindness toward me is as weighty as a mountain. He also ordered men to deliver the