In a valley, four young cultivators were traveling together.
There were three women and one man.
The man was powerfully built, with a resolute face and a Black Whip strapped across his back.
The three women were breathtakingly beautiful, each with a different bearing.
The woman in the lead was dignified and gentle, the one on the left cool and aloof, and the one on the right lively and endearing.
"Big Brother, are we really going to Kunlun Mountain to seek a master?"
The lively, endearing woman grumbled as she walked, "I heard that the Primordial Heavenly Venerable of Kunlun Mountain values origins above all else. We took form from primordial clouds and rosy clouds, but our origins hardly rank among the very best. Would he accept us?"
"Bixiao, stop talking nonsense."
The dignified, gentle woman softly chided her, "When a Sage takes disciples, what matters is affinity and a heart devoted to the Dao. As long as we're sincere, we'll surely move him."
"Sister Yunxiao is right."
The burly man nodded as well. "The four of us have depended on one another ever since we took form. Now that turmoil grips the Primordial World, only by entering a Sage's tutelage can we secure a thread of hope for survival."
"But I heard the Witch Cult on Mount Buzhou is powerful too."
The cool, aloof woman frowned slightly. "Besides, the Witch Cult teaches all without distinction. Anyone who cultivates the law grand Dao can join. Why don't we try Mount Buzhou?"
"Sister Qiongxiao, there's something you don't know."
The burly man sighed. "Powerful as the Witch Cult is, the Twelve Ancestral Witches stand far above us. If we went there, at best we'd gain entry to Mount Buzhou. We wouldn't be qualified to meet any of the Ancestral Witches, much