That day, Yang Zhengshan and Lu Fusheng did not leave the Huanyue Sect. Instead, under the Huanyue Sect's arrangements, they stayed on Wangyue Mountain.
Since Yue Qing intended to give Wangyue Mountain to Yang Zhengshan as his Daoist site, Wangyue Mountain naturally was no ordinary peak.
A mountain need not be high; water need not be deep.
The waters of Phantom Moon Lake were not deep, and Wangyue Mountain was not high, but this region was a rare Blessed Land of the immortal clans.
The Water Vein and Spirit Vein extending from the Lingxiu Sea ran through the entire Phantom Moon Lake, then stretched south for several dozen li, all the way to Wangyue Mountain.
Wangyue Mountain was the endpoint of this second-rank upper-grade Spirit Vein.
On Wangyue Mountain, ancient and elegant pavilions, terraces, towers, and halls nestled together; spirit trees formed forests, Spirit Medicine grew in swathes, and dense spiritual energy mingled with the lake mist, forming rings of rainbow-colored halos.
Looking over from afar, it was as if a mass of hazy mist shrouded the entire mountaintop; yet standing on the mountain, one could look down through the faint blur at the glittering waves of Phantom Moon Lake.
Such beautiful scenery left even Yang Zhengshan staring somewhat dazedly.
"Brother Yang, is that White Jade Capital you spoke of real?"
Lu Fusheng stood behind him for a long while, and in the end, still could not hold back. He asked the doubt In Her Heart.
The corners of Yang Zhengshan's mouth lifted slightly. "What do you think?"
"What do I think?" Lu Fusheng, Stroking His Beard, pondered for a long time. "Perhaps it is false, but since Brother Yang Said So, you must have something to rely on!"
"Hahaha, whether White Jade Capital is real or false isn't important.