At the foot of Hidden Spirit Mountain, all the Dao Sect's higher-ups had gathered. Only Seventh Elder Shen Man remained in the Purple Bamboo Forest, imprisoning herself within a drawn boundary.
They had not flown into the sky to overlook the mountain and observe its entire landscape from above.
That was because the entire mountain was equipped with an Anti-flight Formation. Below the Ninth Realm, everyone could only climb the mountain on foot.
" Sect Leader, what's going on?" Fifth Elder Zhao Shuqi already had somewhat squinty eyes, but now they were nearly narrowed into a slit.
Xiang Yan raised his bald head, smooth as a braised egg, and gazed toward the heights of Hidden Spirit Mountain.
"It doesn't seem very happy?" he said.
"This isn't merely 'not very happy.' It's clearly throwing a huge tantrum." Great Elder Lu Pan furrowed his brows, the deep wrinkles on his forehead looking as if they had been carved by knives.
"Why is this?" Xiang Yan looked at Nangong Yue.
After all, Nangong Yue was the only Artifact Refining Grandmaster present.
She understood Spiritual Artifacts better than anyone else.
"Don't look at me. I don't know either. Although I'm an Artifact Refining Grandmaster, this sword is beyond the range of what I can refine." Ninth Elder Nangong Yue raised her hands before her two soft hills and waved them repeatedly.
Sect Leader Xiang Yan clicked his tongue in wonder. "No one went up the mountain to challenge it tonight. How could it be this angry?"
Li Chunsong muttered from the side, "That's not right. Whenever someone goes up the mountain to challenge it, isn't it always very excited?"
Everyone discussed it back and forth, but they could not figure out the reason.
Only Tenth Elder Chu Yinyin looked up at her senior brothers