This pavilion had a very long name: the "Longevity and Joy, Gazing Upon Green Mountains Ever Unaging" Pavilion. Not far away stood another pavilion called simply the "Pavilion" Pavilion.
Wei Bo asked with a smile, "What was that streak of sword light about? The commotion was a bit too great. Could it have been Mr. Xiao Mo?"
In truth, not only in the Northern Sacred Mountain Piyun Mountain region—at that time, the newly appointed Divine Lords of the other four sacred mountains had also issued strict orders. None of the offices under their jurisdiction or local spirits were allowed to investigate the matter in so much as three words, nor were they permitted to gather and discuss it. Once discovered, they would all receive an assessment one rank lower at the next review.
Mountain and Water Spirits could keep silent, but they could not control the endless chatter of mountain cultivators. Could it have been that young Yin Guan of Luopo Mountain again? Travelogues and Reports throughout the continent had all sprung into action. One could well imagine the mood of the Sword Immortals over at Zhengyang Mountain.
Chen Ping'an did not rush to answer. He sat down in the pavilion, crossed one leg over the other, gave his long robe a shake, and looked thoroughly at ease.
Wei Bo sat opposite him. "Stop hemming and hawing. Give me a straight answer."
Chen Ping'an said with a smile, "Xiao Mo is already in the Fourteen Realms."
Though Wei Bo had long reached that conclusion in his heart, hearing the news confirmed still left him shaken beyond measure.
Just how great was the difference between the Ascension Realm and the Fourteen Realms? As far apart as heaven and earth!
And just how difficult was it to successfully unite with the Dao?