Time slipped by, and in the blink of an eye, ten years had passed.
Over those ten years, Zhao Sheng gradually became familiar with the neighbors around him, and also made seven or eight "friends."
During this period, he had patiently played the role of an ordinary inner disciple, never once acting rashly.
Ten years later, Zhao Sheng vaguely sensed a certain truth: the great powers of the Supreme Clarity Sect seemed utterly unconcerned with his existence, as if they had never discovered him at all.
Zhao Sheng did not believe those lofty "great powers" were blind. He could only guess that they were too lazy to take action and clean out the mole.
Whatever the truth was, he found that he was temporarily "safe" now.
Thus, in his eleventh year after entry, Zhao Sheng finally left Evening Glow Valley and came to Purple Cloud Mountain for the first time.
Purple Cloud Mountain was neither tall nor short. It looked utterly unremarkable, seemingly no different from the surrounding peaks.
However, sometimes what you saw was only a layer of false appearance.
On this day, Zhao Sheng arrived at the foot of Purple Cloud Mountain. Before him, a long flight of bluestone steps stretched all the way from the base of the mountain to its summit.
Looking at Purple Cloud Mountain, where immortal cranes danced lightly and the slopes were lush with greenery, Zhao Sheng took a deep breath and slowly climbed the steps.
A moment later, he had already passed several hundred stone steps, yet he had not seen a single human figure.
Purple Cloud Mountain was quiet and secluded, with living creatures seldom seen, like some deserted wild mountain beyond civilization.
Zhao Sheng had long since learned from other fellow disciples that, countless years ago, a True Immortal had