"This Hidden Sword Pavilion really has style."
Bao Xiaotou said with a strange expression, clinging to the ladder as he climbed toward the mountaintop. It looked perfectly normal, yet in truth, it was anything but.
The ladder led straight to the summit, but there was one thing they had forgotten—they had not considered who was climbing it.
It would have been fine if they were mortals, but these people were clearly no ordinary mortals.
Only Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals were qualified. Were all these people Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals?
Making dignified Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal cultivators scramble up a ladder in such a sorry state just to reach the top—wasn't that blatant humiliation?
How could it not have style?
"I honestly don't know what to say about you people. Next time you go out, remember to bring your eyes with you."
Ye Lin held his forehead with one hand, utterly speechless, then walked toward the foot of the mountain nearby. There was a small path there, entirely paved with white jade, leading directly to the summit.
Bao Xiaotou's expression changed slightly as his divine sense swept over the cultivators on the ladders.
Most of those climbing were Earth Immortal cultivators, with only a handful of Heavenly Immortals. As for True Immortals, he did not see a single one.
Damn it, that was embarrassing.
It had been so long since he had even seen an Earth Immortal cultivator.
"Sigh, I embarrassed myself the moment I got here. Shameful, truly shameful."
Bao Xiaotou lowered his head and muttered. Fortunately, everyone here was one of their own; otherwise, he would have lost face completely.
Led by Ye Lin, the group arrived before the small path. When the several young men guarding it, each carrying a Long Sword on his back, saw Ye Lin's