After hearing Master Bei's words, Gong Ling exclaimed in wonder, "There really is such an impressive young man? I'd quite like to meet him. No wonder he had the nerve to barge into our Tai Mo Hall."
Master Bei's gaze flickered. "Since this boy established the Eastern Frontier Alliance, more than a million people have died in vain. He's truly frightening. It would be best to eliminate this menace."
Gong Ling smiled and took a sip of tea without responding. Instead, he said, "By the way, Gong Chou said that only one little Peach remains from that lineage. How is she doing?"
Master Bei gave an awkward laugh. "She'll be here shortly. You'll see her soon, Martial Uncle."
Gong Ling sighed. "After decades in seclusion, I emerged to find that the people I knew were gone. Little Peach—haha, that really is the sort of name she'd come up with."
Tai Mo Hall was an ancient sect. Other than the space station outside its mountain gate, where ships could dock, everyone had to travel on foot within its grounds. It didn't even have teleportation devices. Fortunately, the group moved quickly; an ordinary person would have needed ten years to reach the main hall.
"Brother Gong, what's that place?" On the way to the main hall, Lu Yin pointed to a location and asked.
"That's Arrow Mountain," Gong Chou replied. "Our Tai Mo Hall uses bows and arrows as weapons. Over countless years, we've searched everywhere for rare treasures to craft our arrows, which are stored on Arrow Mountain. Disciples who have earned merit can exchange their merit for them."
"Your Highness, every arrow on Arrow Mountain is made from rare treasures. Even the cheapest ones are more valuable than the arrows we usually see. They're worth a lot." Tao Xiang moved