At the summit of Northern Sacred Mountain Piyun Mountain.
Ancient pines towered overhead. Beneath them, a man reclined sideways upon a white jade couch, propping his cheek with one hand. He seemed asleep yet not asleep, smiling yet not smiling.
He wore a snow white robe, cloud-stepping shoes on his feet, a colored sash around his waist, and a golden ring dangling by his ear.
God, immortal, or ghost—beautiful as a painting.
It was said that the Five Sacred Mountains Lords of Treasure Bottle Continent each possessed their own distinctive charm.
Central Sacred Mountain Jin Qing had cultivated the Dao for the longest and carried an ancient air about him. Southern Sacred Mountain Woman Lord Fan Junmao, by contrast, was the most heroic.
The East Yue Mountain Lord possessed an immortal aura, while the West Yue Mountain Lord had more of a chivalrous spirit.
As for Northern Sacred Mountain Wei Bo, among the five Mountain Lords of a continent, he was widely acknowledged to be the most handsome, and thus the most divinely spirited.
According to a certain high-ranking little Gossip Spirit of Luopo Mountain, the only ones in the Northern Yue Region now looking forward to the Night Roaming Feast were all those fairy-like female cultivators with genealogical status. At the banquet, they only needed to cast a few more glances at the drunken, faintly flushed Great Mountain Lord Wei, and they would become drunk without even drinking.
Hearing this, Chen Ping'an immediately felt compelled to defend Great Mountain Lord Wei and asked Little Millet who had spread such gossip.
Little Millet said it was Bai Xuan, though Bai Xuan seemed to have heard it from Jing Qing.
And Jing Qing had even urged Bai Xuan to attend the next Night Roaming Feast and suppress Wei Bo's limelight, lest