At the entrance to Luopo Mountain.
A burly man descended from the sky alongside a sword-carrying youth wearing a tiger-head cap.
Jun Qian smiled. "We're here."
Bai Ye glanced over the rolling peaks and dragon veins of Luopo Mountain, then nodded. "Good feng shui."
Jun Qian said, "The atmosphere is even better."
Having changed to a book in hand, Immortal Wei hurriedly rose and asked, "May I ask who the two honored guests are?"
Jun Qian cupped his fist in greeting. "My name is Liu Sixteen. I am your Mountain Lord's Senior Brother Jun Qian. This friend beside me is Bai Ye."
Immortal Wei was startled once, then again. He held back a laugh, his face taut to the point of nearly breaking. An idea struck him, and he hurriedly performed a Daoist bow, lowering his head as he said, "This Daoist is Nian Jing, Daoist name Immortal Wei. Through the Mountain Lord's kind favor, I now shamefully serve as Luopo Mountain's gatekeeper. This humble Daoist greets Immortal Master Liu and White Sword Immortal."
His first shock came from learning that this man was actually Mountain Lord Chen's "Senior Brother Jun Qian." His second came upon hearing "Bai Ye." Yet looking again at the other party's appearance and attire...
Upon noticing that Daoist hairpin, even Jun Qian was taken aback.
His junior brother had managed to coax over such a playful, adorable Little Millet—and now he had even coaxed over this... Daoist priest?
Ten thousand years ago, the two sides had crossed paths quite a few times. They could be considered acquaintances made through fighting.
Back then, Jun Qian had gone to seek him out by reputation. Naturally, he had not won. Fortunately, the first Daoist priest in the mortal world had a good temper and had not held it