Shenhua Mountain's perilous paths led to fairy realms, clouds veiling and mist revealing ten thousand tiers of palaces.
From afar, Mount Hua's fairy realm always possessed a different kind of beauty. As they drew near Mount Hua, Bai Yujun still had the mood to admire its immortal scenery. It had been a long time since she had received orders to help recruit new disciples. Who would have thought that when she returned to Mount Hua, it would be under such circumstances?
After landing, two senior Golden Core Stage disciples escorted Bai Yujun, whose hands were bound, up the mountain.
Ironball remained faithfully at Bai Yujun's side, never leaving her.
They proceeded all the way to the mountain gate.
Many young disciples gathered to watch, pointing and whispering along the way. They were curious what crime the legendary White Snake Demon of Qingxu had committed to be bound and brought back to the mountain gate.
After passing through the mountain gate, they went past the Three Purities Hall and continued upward to Taiji Plaza.
Little Millet, her bun-like face tense, wanted to step forward and get close, but her senior sister held her back. Zhuo Feng looked at the ropes in confusion. The two children personally recruited by Bai Yujun were blocked outside, watching from afar.
Yu Rong, her long robe dragging over the ground, strode expressionlessly toward Jade Void Palace. Yang Mu and Xu Ling followed behind her, while Lian Tianxing appeared to be in rather good spirits.
The atmosphere in Chunyang Palace was particularly oppressive today. Ever since the sect master had flown into a rage and unleashed his intimidating pressure, everyone had been tense. The young disciples feared making mistakes, and even the elders did not understand what was happening. Sect Master Li had always been gentle and