Water Had Yet to Recede, Stone Had Yet to Emerge

Before Pei Qian left Mural City to challenge River God Xue to a fistfight.

Within the Immortal Mansion Ruins in the Mural City scroll, Law Enforcer Yan Su told Pang Lanxi, his sole direct disciple, to continue practicing swordsmanship. If he wanted to rest for a while, that was fine too. Yan Su opened the mountain water restriction, returned to the Patriarch Hall on Muyi Mountain, then rode the wind to the Sword-Hanging Pavilion halfway up the mountain to pay respects to Old Ancestor Nalan, who had come from Pima Sect's High Sect in the Central Divine Continent. Though Patriarch Nalan appeared amiable and approachable, as the High Sect's Law Enforcement Old Ancestor, he was exceptionally strict. He had personally dealt with the lives of two Upper Five Realms cultivators.

A Law Enforcement Old Ancestor from the High Sect, immensely old and of enormously high seniority, was the junior brother of the High Sect Master. This old patriarch had neither sent a flying sword message in advance nor gone directly to the Patriarch Hall atop the mountain. Naturally, Yan Su felt somewhat on edge.

Muyi Mountain was lush and green. White clouds wreathed its mountainside year-round, like a white jade belt wrapped around the waist of a banished immortal in azure robes.

When Yan Su arrived outside the Sword-Hanging Pavilion, Patriarch Nalan was drinking with Wei Yusong. The old man was thoroughly drunk, laughing loudly as he reached out at random and kneaded the white clouds outside the pavilion into pieces.

Yan Su breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Patriarch Nalan had been drinking, he was easier to talk to. Wei Yusong had done something worthwhile.

The young man and young woman carrying swords on their backs took the initiative to salute Yan Su. Yan Su's eyelids twitched,