A short while later, the Mystic Gate cultivators, led by Chu Tian, found a corridor to rest and regroup.
Leaning against the rock wall, Chu Tian waited for the sect to send supplies while using the Battlefield Imprint to communicate.
At the Mystic Gate camp, vast clusters of buildings lay scattered among Spirit Peaks like stars in the sky. Spiritual Energy lingered through the mountains, while thick mist shrouded the entire camp. Its interior could not be seen from outside, clearly covered by a Grand Array.
In the courtyard atop one of the peaks, the handsome and refined Wang Yang stood by a fishpond in white robes, casually scattering fish food as he watched the koi fight over it.
Xiao Zhu stood quietly behind him.
Suddenly, Xiao Zhu activated her Battlefield Mark and sensed it briefly. Raising her head, she said, "Young Master, Chu Tian encountered Mountain Crossing Tiger and invited him to visit, but he refused."
Wang Yang said nothing. After scattering the last of the fish food, he dusted off his hands, walked over to a chair, and sat down. He lifted a cup of tea and took a sip before saying unhurriedly, "As expected. A person like that would not casually enter another sect's camp."
"Then why did you invite him, Young Master?" Xiao Zhu asked, confused.
Wang Yang chuckled. "Quite a few junior brothers and sisters in the sect owe him their lives, and they also received benefits from him. We should show some appreciation. Whether we invite him is our business; whether he honors us with his presence is his."
Xiao Zhu gave an "Oh."
"What else?"
"Chu Tian said Mountain Crossing Tiger indeed has a fine Spiritual Artifact in his hand. He calls himself One Leaf."
"One Leaf?" Wang Yang revealed a thoughtful expression,