Over the next three days, Yang Zhengshan cultivated with Yu Qingyi on the Spiritual Spring Mountain Plateau while waiting in the small courtyard of the Drunken Immortal Restaurant for Lü Hua and Chen Zhongshu to investigate the news.
In the small courtyard of the Drunken Immortal Restaurant, Yang Zhengshan studied a map of the Lingxiu Sea while Lü Hua stood quietly at his side, holding several small booklets in hand.
The map before him was far more detailed than the one from before. Not only did it mark out the spheres of influence of the Three Sects and Twelve Families around the Lingxiu Sea, it also labeled the territories of many minor sects and households in detail.
The Lingxiu Sea bordered the Yunxiao Mountain Range to the north and the Wanlin Mountain Ridge to the south.
The Yunxiao Mountain Range had many steep peaks thrusting straight into the clouds, their cliff faces perilous as if hewn by axes and carved by blades. Thick clouds and mist hid the waists of the mountains, making each peak seem like part of a mountain range suspended among the clouds.
The Wanlin Mountain Ridge was like surging green waves, layered upon layer, stretching on without end. Each hill had a rounded top and gentle slopes, sketching smooth, graceful curves between heaven and earth. Gazing at it from afar, it looked like page after page of scales stacked together.
And the Lingxiu Sea was formed by the convergence of many rivers from the north and south. The entire Lingxiu Sea was like a strip of azure jade inlaid between the peaks and ridges.
Of the three great sects, the Xuanqing Sect stood atop many mountain peaks, its sect grounds like an immortal palace in the clouds. The Wuxiang Sect occupied the tail end of the