The ancestral mountain of the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect was called Zhu Jing. Its earth and stone, its mountain scenery, were a vivid crimson. At dawn and dusk, rosy clouds often coiled around it like flood dragons by the water, winding through the mountains and gazing out to sea. The other rolling peaks stood tall like slender green bamboo. Thirty-six kinds of cloud vapor surged from the mountaintops, transforming into mirage-like spectacles. Palace halls and pavilions wreathed in immortal mist drew in the currents of water fortune day and night. The sea crashed against the cliffs, sending waves flying like shattered snow. What a cluster of jade mountains amid clouds and water—myriad phenomena as guests, heaven and earth floating day and night, yet still carrying the sounds of home.
Chen Ping'an strode quickly over to Liu Tui and his group, cupped his hands, and smiled. "Since our parting at Quanjiao Mountain, we meet again."
Liu Tui and the others promptly returned the salute, addressing him variously as Yin Guan, Mountain Lord, and Sword Immortal Chen.
Many unfamiliar faces withdrew their appraising, amused gazes, or their aloof attitude of simply ignoring Liu Tui's group. They turned with Chen Ping'an to face these visitors. There was no need for polite pleasantries; their friendship had not reached that point.
Qi Tingji had not deliberately concealed the existence of this group of private swords from Liu Tui, but this was still the first time the two sides had truly met. When Liu Tui had last come to the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect for its sect celebration, Gao Shuang and Zhu Su had not yet arrived in the Vast Heaven and Earth. Later, they had remained in Suspended Bow Blessed Land. Even Wu Manyan's group had only seen these Sword Immortals' true faces recently, thanks