Luo Zhixian and Feng Shuofang moved with astonishing speed. Though they appeared to be strolling, they vanished down the streets beyond the city gate in the blink of an eye.
Li Yujun led the Tianbao Supreme Sect group after them at a brisk pace.
Chen Qing followed among the group, his gaze sweeping across the ancient city that had stood for a thousand years.
Towering pavilions lined both sides of the streets, shop banners fluttered in the wind, and pedestrians flowed like woven threads. Among them were no shortage of formidable martial artists, as well as disciples from various sects and scions of great clans moving through the crowds. Clearly, they had all come for the Six Sects Grand Market.
The air was thick with the clamor and restless agitation of a storm about to break.
Wanliu City was enormous. After walking for about a quarter of an hour, they finally arrived at the mountain gate of the Taiyi Supreme Sect on the west side of Wanliu City.
Eight disciples dressed in Taiyi Supreme Sect robes stood guard at the gate. Every one of them possessed a sharp, capable aura, their eyes gleaming brightly.
Upon seeing Li Yujun and the others, the middle-aged steward at their head stepped forward and bowed. "Vein Master Li, distinguished disciples of the Tianbao Supreme Sect, please follow me."
He had clearly received word in advance. His attitude was respectful, yet he did not lose the bearing of a great sect.
What came into view was a mountain range that pierced the clouds.
The younger disciples looked up, their hearts shaken.
It was a colossal mountain, its body black-green and steep as a sword, thrusting straight into the heavens. Its upper half was entirely shrouded in drifting mist, leaving only the faint outlines of several