Near the eastern edge of the Wilderness of Witches' heartland stood a Spirit Mountain rich in green wood qi. Fine orchids and jade-like trees flourished on its slopes, and a gentle breeze drifted through the splendid scenery.
Three people stood at the summit. In front was a tall, straight-backed young man gazing into the distance, his features kindly, his eyes narrowing almost to slits when he smiled. He wore white robes, and the cultivation faintly revealed around him had already reached the peak of foundation establishment, making his presence deeply imposing.
Two attendants stood quietly behind him, both at foundation establishment. They had been waiting here for half a day.
One was an old man with white hair and beard who seemed to be dozing. Dressed in gray, he nodded repeatedly, his head dipping like a fisherman's float. His cultivation was at the foundation establishment late stage.
The other was a burly man with a powerful physique and ox horns growing from his head. He made no attempt to conceal his demonic aura. Carrying a great axe, he was at the foundation establishment middle stage, his blood qi exceedingly vigorous.
"It seems Zhu Yucheng only intends to occupy Chongxi Mountain. He won't make another move against the rest."
The White-Robed Youth turned back and spoke with a smile. The horned man behind him immediately replied:
"Your Majesty is absolutely right. But if he won't move, should we?"
The old man beside them continued dozing, seemingly oblivious to their conversation.
The White-Robed Youth turned, withdrawing his gaze from the distant divine light of origin magnetism. Raising his brows, he simply said:
"Now that the Zhu Clan has successfully taken a foothold, the remaining immortal cultivators will surely come sniffing around. I hear the west hasn't been peaceful lately."
"Your Majesty, should