Void Mountain was thickly painted with rosy clouds, wreathed in mist.
Mo Hua was leading Zhang Lan on a leisurely stroll through the mountains, telling him about some of Void Gate's history, ancient cultivation ruins from bygone days, quaint pavilions, and breathtaking mountain and river vistas.
Zhang Lan was somewhat shaken.
What shocked him was not entirely Void Gate's long history as a fifth-grade sect, its profound foundations, the bearing of its disciples, its gorgeous scenery, and all its splendid sights...
Those things were certainly impressive too, but what truly stunned him was that he had actually been able to enter Void Gate's mountain gate?
With the Sword Discussion Assembly underway, countless cultivators had gathered outside the gate.
Some possessed deep cultivation, some came from extraordinary backgrounds, and some cut imposing figures, yet without exception, every one of them had been stopped outside.
Zhang Lan had originally been among them.
The sect rules were strict. The elders and Inner Sect disciples guarding the mountain were impartial as iron, allowing not the slightest argument.
But when Mo Hua reached the gate, he merely smiled and called out "Elder" and "Senior Martial Brother" a few times, saying, "This is an uncle I'm very close to."
The mountain guards had let them through without another word.
The disciples guarding the mountain had saluted Zhang Lan.
Even the elders guarding the mountain had nodded to him in greeting.
Once inside Void Gate, things became even more outrageous.
Nearly every disciple they encountered along the way called Mo Hua "Senior Martial Brother" or "Little Senior Martial Brother."
Every elder they passed nodded and greeted Mo Hua with familiar ease.
Some elders even greeted Mo Hua first, and only then did Mo Hua smile and return the courtesy.
Zhang Lan had nearly thought he was dreaming.