Since Mount Song was occupied, people had gradually discovered what was happening at the other famous mountains too.
At every top-tier mountain, factions fought for control. Blood stained slopes all over.
Those in the Awakening Realm and Shackle Realm slaughtered one another to take a single mountain. Ordinary people could not even touch a struggle on that level.
No one knew how many extraordinary fighters and how much heavy weaponry had been expended, all to seize one top-tier mountain as a foundation.
Longhu Mountain, Emei, Wudang Mountain...
Battles erupted everywhere. Peace was nowhere to be found.
The fighting at Mount Song had ended first, and its casualties were relatively light overall.
"How about we take a famous mountain ourselves?" Chu Feng suggested after browsing a great deal of information.
He looked at Meng Chuan and Yaoyao, apparently seeking their opinions.
"Why are you looking at us?" Yaoyao flicked the fruit pit in her hand at Chu Feng, striking him between the brows.
Chu Feng plucked it off with a look of disgust.
"Don't tell me you expect us to help you occupy a mountain?" Yaoyao said.
"Don't you know you're supposed to respect your elders and care for the young? Uncle Ling is so old, and you'd still have him run around for your selfish desires."
"Do you have no conscience? I really misjudged you."
Meng Chuan fell silent beside them. Actually, you could leave out the part about how old I am. The rest would do.
You don't need to remind me that I'm old.
Yaoyao's rebuke left Chu Feng speechless. He wanted to argue, but even thinking about it exhausted him.
"I only wanted to ask what you thought..." Chu Feng said weakly.
He had no standing in this household whatsoever.
*Do you have any idea you're talking