In the bushes, a little hand parted the branches and leaves...
Phoenix Eyes, hidden in the shadows, swept across the valley. The stone bridge was only a few feet high, cleverly piled from several bluestones, with a babbling stream flowing through the arch beneath it.
Two people stood on the bridge. She remembered seeing them earlier on lotus leaves outside the mountain gate: the young Cen clan genius who had been courting death, and a Cen clan male immortal with the appearance of a middle-aged man in his forties. He looked dignified enough, yet concealed himself beneath the lush old trees of the valley, acting furtively.
Cen Zhuo looked at this clansman who was nominally his grandfather's grandfather, angered enough to flare up but wary of the other's cultivation.
He forcefully suppressed his anger and spoke as calmly as possible.
"Elder Yan, why exactly did you summon this junior to this valley?"
"Ah, no need for such formality. There are too many clansmen and generations for us to sort them out anymore. Why make things troublesome? Just call me Brother Yan."
The Cen clan male immortal named Cen Yan was strangely enthusiastic. Immortals were emotionless by nature; when a clan grew large, estrangement and distance were inevitable. Such sudden warmth was simply incomprehensible.
"This... then this junior will call you Brother Yan."
"That's right, Brother Zhuo."
The moment Cen Zhuo heard that, he inwardly cried out in alarm!
When an elder with higher cultivation disregarded seniority and addressed him as a brother, there had to be some scheme afoot!
Cen Yan smiled as he stood shoulder to shoulder with Cen Zhuo atop the little stone bridge, presenting something of an immortal scene.
"Brother Zhuo, look. Ahead lies Golden Rooster Peak, and Qingyuan Palace is where the Golden Pagoda stands halfway