Zhi Xuan Mountain.
Five peaks stood side by side, with the middle one high and the two sides lower.
Middle Finger Peak was the main peak, while the two peaks on either side were secondary peaks.
The five peaks were connected only by simple iron-chain bridges, while pavilions and towers seemed to have been scattered across them without any order.
Usually, Zhi Xuan Mountain was a picture of harmony.
As a top sect force of the Five Peaks Prefecture, the disciples of Zhi Xuan Mountain could leisurely practice their techniques, leisurely discuss insights into the Martial Path and theories, and exchange their experiences.
But today.
Under the blazing sun, a faintly tense atmosphere filled the five peaks.
At that moment, at the foot of Middle Finger Peak.
"Feng Zhen, Zhong Yue, you two have some nerve!" Zheng Changfeng glared furiously.
Behind Zheng Changfeng, figures descended from the sky one after another.
Every one of those figures radiated an aura as deep and imposing as mountains and seas.
Each aura they revealed belonged to a Grandmaster-level existence.
Watching the figures descend one after another, Zhong Yue felt a little apprehensive.
The current Zhi Xuan Mountain could easily suppress them even without that Title-level Great Grandmaster making a move.
Because the balance of power was so lopsided, the Patrol Office, established more than a year ago, had yet to accomplish a single major feat worth mentioning. They had never dared to move against Zhi Xuan Mountain.
He also knew that the current Zhi Xuan Mountain Master was certainly watching this place.
Yet the Marquis behind him still sent no word.
Just then.
As the Deputy Prefect, Feng Zhen took the initiative to step forward.
As the Deputy Prefect of the Five Peaks Patrol Office, Feng Zhen was also a top Grandmaster.
Compared