The Wind Kite Ferry Boat had already drawn near Xiandu Mountain.
The Immortal of Iron Tree Mountain, whose Daoist name was "Dragon Gate," had indeed toured the lands within ten thousand miles of Xiandu Mountain. Everywhere lay broken walls and shattered ruins, a scene of utter desolation, with all things awaiting revival.
Returning to Misty Snow Peak on the wind, he indeed found that disciple sitting atop the railing of a viewing platform, chatting idly with Zheng Yougan.
Perhaps it was true what they said about daughters favoring outsiders. Tan Yingzhou was telling Zheng Yougan, "You're useless at everything, but when it comes to finding Junior Uncle, you're better than anyone."
Guoran's several senior brothers and sisters, himself included, were naturally martial uncles and martial aunts to many Iron Tree Mountain cultivators.
Guoran did not want his disciple to feel embarrassed, so he silently landed atop the roof ridge. There were not many masters who went this far for their disciples.
After all, he was an Immortal, and no ordinary Immortal at that. Things Ghost Immortal Yu Jin could not see were all perfectly clear to Guoran at a glance.
For instance, Cloud Steam Mountain and Chou Mou Mountain, which formed a three-mountain configuration with Xiandu Mountain. Guoran had seen through the Illusion Technique on both mountains, and could clearly read the inscriptions on the two stone steles standing atop their peaks.
Cui Dongshan used Shrink Ground Mountains and Rivers, arriving at Guoran's side in a single step. Smiling, he said, "Fellow Daoist Dragon Gate, what keen eyes you have."
Guoran smiled. "I could not keep my eyes in check. My apologies for the offense."
Cui Dongshan waved a hand and smiled. "Fellow Daoist Dragon Gate, those words are far too formal."
Guoran looked around and could not help praising,