A fresh, rich breath of wood spiritual energy, brimming with vitality, washed over him, refreshing his heart and mind.
Lin Changheng looked around. Rather than steep and imposing, this peak was graceful and gentle. Its slopes rose and fell softly, lush greenery dripping from every mountainside, with countless strange flowers and herbs he could not name growing in dense profusion.
A winding stream flowed down from the mountainside like a jade ribbon, its burbling waters pleasing to the ear. Spirit deer appeared and vanished among the trees, and birds perched in the woods, completing a peaceful, tranquil landscape.
"This way, please."
Xiang Yuanshan led the way.
"Very well."
They had already landed on the peak. Ahead, exquisite pavilions and buildings stood in a pleasing arrangement, mostly in understated white and natural wood tones. They blended perfectly with the scenery, secluded yet elegant.
Occasionally, female cultivators in pale, elegant dresses moved among them, tending spirit plants or summoning rain over spirit fields, adding a quiet, otherworldly charm.
They were presumably the purple-robed beauty's attendants or disciples.
Lin Changheng took it all in with a calm expression, but his steps did not slow. Soon, he arrived at a hall.
At that moment, there were precisely two people inside.
One was none other than the mistress of this place, Senior He.
She wore a dark purple gauze dress, her voluptuous figure all enticing curves. A glance from her alluring eyes could steal a person's soul.
She sat in the seat of honor.
Below her sat a Foundation Establishment middle-stage cultivator.
He looked middle-aged, with a square face, dark skin, and traces of weathering around his brows and eyes.
He was probably here to request talismans.
Judging by his expression and bearing, things did not seem to be going well.
"Senior He, I..."
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