Yin Sunflower Peak lay shrouded in darkness all year round. Chilling winds howled, cold enough to pierce the bone.
At the summit stood a pavilion twenty zhang high. Above it hung an ultimate yin treasure pearl, and it seemed this spiritual object had swallowed all the sunlight from the sky.
Most disciples here possessed yin-aligned meridians. If the blazing sun was too intense, even drawing in the qi of heaven and earth became somewhat strenuous. Though this peak did not have many people, it had no shortage of powerful disciples, with several names listed on the Hidden Dragon Rankings.
At the mountain gate below the peak, the senior brother on guard duty was idly resting with his eyes closed.
Suddenly, two streaks of flying light came from afar. The gatekeeping senior brother frowned, opened his eyes, and looked into the distance. "Why are they here again?"
At the sight of Fang Che, the gatekeeping senior brother recalled that this man had come several days ago, only to be driven away by Murong Yan, who had only recently entered the academy.
Whoosh, whoosh—
Fang Che and Yan Qihu came flying over in great haste.
Both wore grave expressions.
"What brings you two junior brothers to my Yin Sunflower Peak?" The gatekeeping senior brother scrutinized them and demanded sternly.
Fang Che took a deep breath and drew a spiritual missive from his Qiankun Bag.
"I ask Senior Brother to deliver this missive to Murong Yan."
The gatekeeping senior brother glanced at the missive, and his expression immediately twitched. He swiftly accepted it. "Which screw is loose in your head? With Pulse Opening Fifth Layer cultivation, you want to challenge a disciple of Yin Sunflower Peak to a life-and-death duel? Are you tired of living?"
This senior brother spoke bluntly enough. Among the