Mount Hua was not unfamiliar to the former Jun Changxiao, nor was it unfamiliar to the current Jun Changxiao, because this was his second visit.
Thinking back to those days.
He had climbed to the summit to mingle with the various sects, letting his disciples show off and slap faces along the way. How carefree that had been.
"Step."
As he stepped onto the ancient stone stairs, there was no gravity formation since it was not during the Mount Hua Martial Arts Tournament. He walked all the way up as if on level ground.
Of course.
Even if the formation had been active, it would have been little more than decoration to the Eternal Sect Disciples now.
Before long.
Jun Changxiao led his people to the mountaintop.
Standing on the smooth platform used for martial contests, memories of the past rose vividly before his eyes, yet things had changed and people were no longer the same...
"Ah."
Jun Changxiao raised his head at a forty-five-degree angle and gazed up at the sky, just about to speak.
"Can you stop acting so damn sentimental?" the system interrupted at the most inappropriate moment.
"You know nothing," Jun Changxiao said. "This is called atmosphere!"
The emotion he had just worked up was ruined. Having lost all interest in reminiscing, he ordered, "Elder Zhen, reinforce the platform with a formation. Otherwise, before we even beat up those evil sects a few times, the whole mountaintop might be destroyed."
"Mm."
Zhen Dejun began pacing around, setting up a stabilizing formation around the platform.
"The host could rub his face back and forth against it to see whether these stone slabs meet ISO quality management certification standards," the system said.
"..."
Jun Changxiao swore that if this thing ever had a physical body, he would definitely