Clouds hung dim and dark, winds whistled bleakly, angrily rolling waves of pine through the valleys.
The Pine Wave Mountain Range stretched for a full three thousand miles.
It was the cradle of the Nascent Soul Feng Family.
Countless towering pines stood within it. Whenever fierce winds swept through, waves of pine would surge like tides upon the ocean.
On this day.
Amid the ten thousand pine forests, waves of sound rose once more.
Listening carefully, however, it was not the wind striking the pines, but streams of evasive light rising and falling as they shot up from the forest.
An enormous Cloud Boat circled through the sky, waiting silently.
A moment later, three figures appeared together.
More than ten thousand cultivators bowed without hesitation toward the leader of the three.
"Greetings, Supreme Elder!"
Feng Bu Yan stroked his beard, gazing at this scene with satisfaction.
"Fellow Daoist Ning, Fellow Daoist Yang, what do you think of the young men of my Feng Family?"
An old man with a goatee praised them, "Their morale is soaring, their confidence overflowing, and they carry pride in their bones. Brother Feng, you have truly managed the Feng Family well!"
Feng Bu Yan laughed heartily. "The Great Dao is arduous, and every inch forward is difficult. Feng can only turn his thoughts toward nurturing the younger generation."
As he spoke, he glanced at the other bald man.
The man wore a white monk's robe. Though thin, his features were exceptionally handsome.
If not for the few scars atop his head, he would surely have been a rare beauty among mortal men.
At this moment, his eyelids were lowered. He turned a blind eye to the magnificent sight of more than ten thousand cultivators soaring through the clouds, as if it could not stir even