"That one ahead is Southern Darkness Peak, Fourth Senior Brother's cultivation ground. Beyond it is Southern Flight Peak, Fifth Senior Brother's. And over there—see the corner sticking out, with the Rainbow Light above it? That's my cultivation ground, Xiran Fairyland!"
Chen Cuo's Ninth Senior Sister sat at the front of the Flying Boat, half her body leaning out as she pointed out the Hanging Peaks along their route and explained them to him.
Chen Cuo did not find her noisy. The cold wind blew against his face and tossed his hair, and he felt rather at ease.
In the mountains, the Sexagenary Cycle goes unrecorded; in the mortal world, the days and months stretch long.
He had spent five days in the Great Hua Secret Realm, far from the clamor of the world. Everything outside seemed distant. Each day he drank tea, ate fruit, read, and cultivated. It was a carefree life indeed.
"That one belongs to Seventh Senior Brother..." Beside him, Xiran pointed to another peak along the way, but stopped halfway through. Her expression fell, and she changed the subject. "Junior Brother, you've only just joined us, but you've already established your Dao Foundation. Before long, you'll have a cultivation ground of your own."
Chen Cuo nodded. Seeing the sudden change in his senior sister, he wondered what was unusual about Seventh Senior Brother. Why did the mere mention of him make this cheerful senior sister's expression change?
He did not bring it up. Instead, he asked something else that puzzled him. "Where exactly is the Great Hua Secret Realm? And how many peaks does it have?"
"Well, the Taihua Secret Realm is supposed to be within Great Hua Mountain, but it's more like a world of its own. I asked the old man, and he said the