On this year's second day of the second lunar month.
In the middle of Tongye Continent, the small country known as Cloud Rock Country convened an unprecedented Patriarch Hall deliberation.
Even across an entire continent, throughout the history of Tongye Continent's mountain world, the scale and grandeur of this deliberation had never been seen before.
Cloud Rock Country was not a Vassal State of any great dynasty. Situated in a basin, its territory might not even have been as large as a single prefecture of the Great Quan Dynasty, and so it had always been called a land no bigger than one's palm.
It was both a capital of vinegar and a producer of fine ink. There were no immortal mansions or sects within its borders, only some insignificant jianghu forces. Even Fish Scale Ferry outside the capital, which could barely be called an Immortal Ferry Crossing, had been hastily constructed by the Cloud Rock Qin Clan court specifically for this deliberation. Precisely because it was an attempt to slap a swollen face and pretend to be fat, in the eyes of true Mountain Immortal Masters, everything from the ferry crossing to the capital reeked of poverty and shabby pretension.
Like a woman from a poor household, emptying her purse before a mirror to dress herself up in rouge and powder, then forcing a smile for honored guests at her door.
In barely over a month, no fewer than three deliberations had already been held in succession.
In the night, a colossal ferry ship was moored at Fish Scale Ferry, a veritable behemoth. The nearby mountain ferries had, deliberately or otherwise, kept their distance from it.
A transcendent in a snow-white dharma robe sat alone on the ship's railing, silently drinking as though drinking down homesickness.
Cao Qinglang had just