At Little Dragon Spring Ancestor Mountain, the ridge of the dragon veins resembled a ruyi scepter.
Beneath an ancient pine, Situ Mengjing seemed certain Chen Ping'an would come here. He closed his eyes to rest, patiently awaiting the young Yin Guan's visit to Little Dragon Spring.
Huang Ting was somewhat bored, so she called Linghu Jiaoyu over to chat with her. But with Granduncle Taixuan, Dragon Beard Immortal Lord, present, how could the girl dare act presumptuously? No matter what Huang Ting asked, she merely nodded or shook her head, never daring disturb the High Sect Patriarch's quiet cultivation.
As cultivators from a branch mountain, they were naturally intimately familiar with all manner of strange tales and immortal legends concerning their own High Sect, Dragon Spring.
There were even more stories to tell about Dragon Beard Immortal Lord. He had been friends with Zhou Shenzhi, the old Sword Immortal who had once been one of Central Divine Continent's Ten People; he had attended the Qingshen Mountain Wine banquet at Bamboo Sea Cave Heaven; a natal Flower God from Hundred Flowers Blessed Land had been his confidante; when traveling Inverted Mountain, he had once shared the celebrated "Snowy Night Discussion of the Dao at Catch and Release Pavilion" with that Daoist true immortal who held a dragon-whisker fly-whisk and whose Patriarch was True Invincible of White Jade Capital; he had stayed at Water Spirit Palace, one of Inverted Mountain's four private residences; and rumor had it that Yun Qian Fairy of Yulong Sect was quite close to him. He was also a friend despite their age difference with the Ascension Realm Great Cultivator from Aiai Continent who called himself the Thirty-Seven Peaks Master. Back when they had first begun cultivating, their realms had been worlds apart, and the old Immortal had