The Primordial One Immortal Way, Clear Xu Grotto-Heaven.
As the only immortal tradition among Great Li's Seven Sects that had no mountain gate in the mortal world, the Primordial One Way was not particularly renowned. Many low-level cultivators had never even heard its name.
Even Martial Mu Mountain, which had shut itself away for years and received no outsiders, had undertaken campaigns to scour the world of demons. Yet since Great Li's founding, the Primordial One Way seemed to have done nothing of significance.
This grotto-heaven was not particularly vast, but it still encompassed an area equal to a province of Great Li. Low mountains and hills predominated, dotted with dark teal streams and springs. Beautiful waters and mountains, scattered terraces and pavilions-it was a lovely landscape, with few signs of people.
Fitful wind and rain occasionally swept through the sky, falling drop by drop into a pond. Red flowers trembled wildly, green leaves cradled the rain, and beside the emerald pond stood a crimson octagonal pavilion furnished with azure stone tables and chairs. A man sat within.
He wore a dark teal robe patterned with feathers. His face was lean, his bearing elegant and unrestrained. He was none other than True Person Luyu.
His original name was Meng Shu, and he belonged to the sect's main lineage. Having sent the newly advanced junior, Zhaoyu, to handle his errands, he now had some leisure himself.
Silver lightning flashed through the wind and rain. Luyu raised his head to find a female Daoist in silver robes already seated before him.
Her gaze was calm as she looked straight at him, seemingly waiting for him to speak first.
The Daoist looked like a mature woman, with lacquer-black hair, jade-like skin, and a full figure. Her features were dignified and radiant rather than