Heaven-Piercing Peak.
After leaving Yuqing Hall,
Ye Xuan tightened his grip on the token, which was neither gold nor jade.
A faint, gentle coolness brushed his fingertips.
It wasn't as heavy as he had imagined.
He glanced back at the towering Yuqing Hall behind him. A flash of light ran along the Chang Qing Sword beneath his feet.
Whoosh!
Ye Xuan turned into a streak of light and headed straight for the back mountain of Heaven-Piercing Peak.
The back mountain of Heaven-Piercing Peak.
Few people ever came here, and ancient trees towered overhead.
The mist that lingered all year round was even thicker than on the front mountain, carrying a chill that seeped into the bones.
The farther in he went, the quieter it became.
He couldn't hear so much as a birdcall or an insect's chirp.
An eerie silence.
An ancient ancestral hall stood alone amid the trees.
Its black tiles and red walls had been worn down by the years. The red paint had flaked away in places, revealing the gray-green bricks beneath.
The wind chimes hanging from the eaves had long since grown green with verdigris.
There was no wind now.
The chimes hung silent, like the eyes of a dying man.
Ye Xuan lowered his sword and landed in the clearing before the ancestral hall.
His feet crunched over the thick layer of fallen leaves.
A faint sandalwood scent mingled with the dampness of decaying leaves in the air.
"System."
"Sign in."
Ye Xuan called out in his mind.
[ Ding! ] [ The host has arrived at the special location Qingyun Sect Ancestral Hall. Sign-in conditions met. ] [ Signing in... ] [ Sign-in successful! ] [ Congratulations, host. Reward obtained: Compendium of Low-tier Talismans! ]
As the system's notification sounded,
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