Mountains beyond mountains, towers beyond towers.
Beyond one green mountain lay another, and within the Daoist sect were immortals.
The Daoist sect was hidden among countless mountains, beyond the reach of ordinary people. Yue Shiru had used up several Horse-Treading Charms before finally making it all the way back from Central Province Prefecture City to the sect. If he had Primordial Prenatal Qi, he might have learned a little wind-riding technique, but that was mostly for show.
It was graceful and carefree.
When it came to speed, though, relying on his two legs and a Horse-Treading Charm was still more dependable.
A thousand li cost two charms and one flatbread.
It could also indirectly temper his vital energy and essence.
After knocking at the mountain gate and chatting with the junior disciples on guard that day, Yue Shiru saw a Daoist with black hair and beard, a dignified face, and a square jaw striding toward him. Delight spread across his face, and he hurried forward to pay his respects. "Teacher!"
The middle-aged Daoist came closer, clasped Yue Shiru's shoulders in both hands, squeezed them, then patted his back. His face shone with joy.
"Good, good. You're back. That's what matters."
"I heard Central Province was in danger. By the time I wanted to hurry there, it was already too late. I was worried something had happened to you."
"Hahaha, good. You're safe. That's what matters."
Yue Shiru had been brought to the mountain to cultivate when he was young. To him, the Teacher before him was no different from a father.
The dignified Daoist relaxed as well, then asked, "You kept a record of your travels this time?"
When Daoist sect disciples traveled the world, most of them recorded what they saw and heard. Strange people and unusual events, along