Clouds and mist billowed across the sky, with mountain peaks encircling the landscape.
Like a ribbon, emerald ridges wound and curled around the mountains, veiling trees and birds. Amid the thunder of waterfalls, fine rain hung in the air, refracting into seven-colored rainbows.
Suddenly, a clear sword hum rang through the mountains. A streak of dazzling light shot into the mountain gate and sped toward a precipitous, solitary peak among the Sea of Clouds.
A cave in a sheer cliff.
Layer upon layer of formations boomed open. A streak of sword light shot inside and came to a stop before a jade platform, revealing He Fuqiong.
He had just gathered his robe and sat cross-legged, not yet having had a chance to heal his wounds, when the restrictions outside the cave were triggered. Someone had come to visit.
He Fuqiong was still pondering the sword path. Sensing the disturbance, he spared it a glance, then came back to himself. He immediately opened the formations and nodded slightly to Huan Yunzhen, who swiftly entered. His expression calm, he said, "Congratulations, Grand Elder Huan, on successfully reconstructing your body."
Huan Yunzhen nodded slightly and asked directly, "I heard that Pei Ling, the Holy Son of the Chongming Sect, came to challenge the Sect Master. How did that battle end?"
"Pei Ling won. My sword path still lacks a little polish," He Fuqiong replied.
Huan Yunzhen nodded, then asked, "Where has Pei Ling gone now?"
"To Jiuyi Mountain. Next, he plans to challenge the Mountain Lord of Jiuyi Mountain," He Fuqiong said.
"I understand." Huan Yunzhen nodded. Without another word, she turned into a streak of sword light and sped away.
Grand Elder Huan was going to find Pei Ling, too?
He Fuqiong found it a little strange, but the matter had nothing