Early morning.
South side of Jade Spring Mountain.
Inside Pill Treasure Pavilion's Cave Dwelling, Chen Mu opened his eyes and woke.
Though full of energy, he lazily did not want to get up.
He pulled back the curtains, leaned against the headboard, and stared blankly at the scenery outside.
The sun had only just risen, yet Jade Spring Mountain was already bustling with activity.
Below, people constantly entered and left the Affairs Office.
Handsome men and beautiful women rode Flying Kites, whooshing toward the horizon and rapidly shrinking into tiny black dots.
Even though it was not his first time seeing it, Chen Mu still found the sight marvelous.
He had been in Yunzhou for five or six years, yet he had always muddled along in the Lower Courtyard.
All he saw were low-level disciples, busy every day farming, hunting, and earning White Jade Coins, each one rushing about with dust-covered faces.
They were not even as carefree as those martial artists who came and went from on high in Great Liang.
"They really are senior brothers and sisters from the Upper Courtyard. They have the bearing of immortals," Chen Mu sighed.
Though Eagle Sorrow Cliff had been destroyed, the Other Courtyard had already occupied the other five mountains, including Jade Spring Mountain.
With its territory expanded, the Other Courtyard was in desperate need of manpower.
The senior brothers and sisters from Jilong Dao's Upper Courtyard immediately came pouring in.
As he was thinking, a handsome young man in luxurious black robes with wide sleeves piloted a Flying Kite past nearby.
His robes fluttered, black hair streaming behind him. He looked like an immortal riding the wind, leaving Chen Mu full of envy.
"A Qi-Refining Cultivator ought to be like this!"
This was the image a high-ranking Daoist cultivator ought