The conversation at the Qilian Mountain spirit stone mine camp did not last long.
After completing the mission of guarding the camp and killing the attacking enemies, Yue Wenhe returned to Qianyun Mountain together with his Junior Sister.
Over this period of time,
the Qianyun Mountain legacy originally under Zhang Qingyuan's control had suffered repeated attacks from unknown forces, resulting in considerable losses. Although the higher-ups swiftly took some countermeasures, manpower was limited, and the attacks remained impossible to stamp out.
Everyone could sense the feeling of storm clouds gathering and wind filling the tower!
Returning to Qianyun Mountain,
as Yue Wenhe ascended the lofty mountain wreathed in clouds and mist, he looked up at the three grand characters, "Qianyun Mountain," written in iron strokes and silver hooks upon the enormous stone tablet beside the great gate.
Back then, after Zhang Qingyuan had descended with overwhelming force and made a move to kill Qianyun Mountain's Supreme Old Ancestor and Sect Master Wu Zunzi, he had forcibly dissolved Qianyun Mountain. Yet he had not damaged the buildings within the Sect Gate. Instead, he had preserved everything, including this stone tablet bearing the words "Qianyun Mountain."
This Sect Gate had now become the headquarters of Zhang Qingyuan and the forces gathered beneath him.
"Greetings, Senior Brother Yue!"
"My respects, Senior Brother Yue!"
At this moment, people came and went within the Sect Gate. The atmosphere was somewhat grave and urgent, but upon seeing Yue Wenhe, they all stepped forward to offer their respects. Though expressionless, Yue Wenhe nodded in response to each of them.
In a sense, these people could all be considered Zhang Qingyuan's Named Disciples, so calling him Senior Brother Yue was fitting enough.
After Qianyun Mountain had been destroyed and dissolved,
Zhang Qingyuan's name resounded throughout the entire North