The Yu Long Sect.
Yaoguang Peak.
There were no trees or grass on this mountain, only vast stretches of cold-rain bamboo, stretching as far as the eye could see in a hazy expanse.
On the southern side of the mountain, around its midpoint, stood a colossal residence. This was Qingyue Residence, home to one of Yaoguang Peak's ten Core Disciples:
Yao Qingyue.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Just then, a streak of azure light descended outside Qingyue Residence, revealing the figure of a young man.
The young man bowed toward the residence and said, "Senior Sister Yao. Ye Long has come to discuss something with you. I hope you'll grant me an audience."
"Ye Long, I told you before: my heart belongs only to the Great Dao. I devoted my whole life to cultivation long ago. Romance is nothing but a dream and a bubble to me—not worth mentioning."
A moment later, a woman's ethereal voice drifted out from the residence, devoid of the slightest emotion.
"Ye Long, stop pestering me, or you'll only bring humiliation upon yourself."
Clearly, the mistress of the residence was in a very bad mood.
"Senior Sister, you've truly misunderstood me."
Ye Long's face showed a trace of embarrassment, but he continued, "I came here this time for no matter of romantic feelings. It concerns an enormous opportunity that would greatly benefit both your cultivation and mine."
"Is that so?"
After a long while, the woman's voice came again. With a resonant hum, the enormous formation surrounding the residence slowly dispersed, and a path extended to Ye Long's feet, leading straight into its depths.
"Senior Sister, I'm coming in."
Seeing this, Ye Long knew that the Core Disciple had agreed to meet him. He hurried inside and entered the main hall, where he saw a figure in