"I hope so."
Hou Ping sighed and said no more.
Yet anyone could sense the gloom in his mood.
Seeing this,
Shen Changchuan said nothing further either, remaining silent.
At this moment, he could not help but think of more things.
What did Situ Yuan mean by suddenly seeking him out?
Did Situ Yuan want to win him over and leave Ten Thousand Ren Peak with him?
For a time,
Shen Changchuan was uncertain.
But no matter what, he was now filled with vigilance toward that fellow.
Moreover,
Master had treated him well.
Once he advanced to the Spirit Wandering realm and surpassed Situ Yuan in strength, he would have to help Master recover some face.
The sea of clouds churned as two streaks of light tore through the sky.
Following Hou Ping, Shen Changchuan flew over layer upon layer of mountains. Ahead, the clouds were suddenly cleaved apart by an invisible force, revealing a solitary peak as majestic as a heavenly sword. It rose from the earth and thrust straight into the heavens, piercing the firmament above!
Its slopes were sheer as though carved by blades, its entire body black as iron. Ancient trees with branches stretching like coiling dragons grew sparsely around it, embellishing the precipitous cliffs. The summit vanished deep into the clouds, where lightning could faintly be seen swimming through the mist.
The entire mountain radiated a suffocating pressure, like an enormous sword planted here since antiquity. Though it had endured ten thousand years of wind and frost, its edge was still terrifyingly sharp.
Shen Changchuan merely stood there,
yet he felt as though an ant were facing heaven and earth, overwhelmed by their vast grandeur!
"This is the main peak of Ten Thousand Ren Peak."
Hou Ping's voice carried an undeniable pride, as though he