Sword Immortals on Luopo Mountain

The scenery was breathtaking as they entered the mountains of Wind and Snow Temple on a night of wind and snow.

The night was deep and the snow heavy. From time to time came the sound of pines and cypresses snapping branches, of bamboo breaking.

From beginning to end, Wei Jin had not sent a flying sword message to Wind and Snow Temple's Patriarch Hall. As for Wind and Snow Temple's Divine Immortal Platform, there was even less need. Wei Jin was the sole inheritor of its line. The old residences in the mountains had only a symbolic layer of Mountain Water Restriction set around them, merely to keep them from collapsing. There were no outsiders to clean them either. They did not gather Spiritual Energy or seek to store wind and gather water.

Even after reaching Wind and Snow Temple's territory, Wei Jin had shown no intention of greeting his sect. He went straight into the mountains to visit the grave. After paying his respects with wine at Divine Immortal Platform, Wei Jin would leave immediately. Naturally, he had no wish to sit around in the Patriarch Hall.

Wind and Snow Temple's scenery was excellent, and Divine Immortal Platform surpassed even the rest of the temple. It was a celebrated scenic wonder known across an entire continent. The mountains held many ancient pines and giant cypresses thousands of years old. Tonight, snow blanketed the green mountains, and several refined men lay sleeping beneath the pines. They should have been Dao Cultivators from other branches of Wind and Snow Temple, who had come to admire the snow. They had arrived in high spirits and been unwilling to leave, so they simply cultivated on the spot. When they encountered Wei Jin, the elegant recluse beneath the pine, dressed in white whiter