Blue Maple Mountain
A towering mountain range rose into the clouds, magnificent beyond compare. Its terrain was unique, its peaks steep and rugged, winding like a giant dragon.
White clouds curled around the mountaintops, seeming close enough to touch and making one feel as though they had entered a celestial realm. From the summit, one could gaze out over the undulating mountain range and take in the magnificent scenery.
Many clear streams flowed peacefully through the mountains, each like a beautiful painting. At the foot of the mountain lay a vast grassland. Standing there, one could feel the mountain range's grandeur and tranquility.
The mountain had been named Blue Maple Mountain because it lay less than a hundred miles from Blue Maple City.
Today, the foot of the mountain was bustling with activity, thronged with people.
Garen was the challenger, after all, and had arrived in the sky above the summit early.
"Look, that's the White Tiger Clan powerhouse challenging the Prefecture Lord this time."
"I'd be satisfied if I could become a Seven-Star Fiend someday, even if I never became Prefecture Lord."
A young man in a blue robe sighed.
"You dream about this kind of unrealistic nonsense every day. I'd be satisfied if you could make me happy for once."
The green-robed woman standing close beside him muttered under her breath.
The foot of Blue Maple Mountain was packed with people, but only one person stood in the sky—Garen!
Not a single one of the gods who had come to watch was flying in the air. They all watched from the ground, showing their respect for Garen and the Hongyang Prefecture Lord.
"There are a lot of people."
Garen glanced down at the crowd.
"There must be people for nearly a hundred miles in every direction! At least