The Wind-Thunder Pavilion stood within the Wind-Thunder Mountain Range, near the Northern Region of the Central Plains.
Gales and thunder scoured this mountain range year-round. Yet rather than stripping it of life, they nurtured countless Wind Attribute and Lightning Attribute Magical Beasts and natural treasures.
After years upon years of this relentless scouring, the range had long since become a sacred ground for cultivating wind and thunder Dou Qi. But a thousand years ago, a Dou Zun expert named Wind-Thunder Venerable had claimed the Wind-Thunder Mountain Range, and outsiders could no longer enter freely to cultivate.
Wind-Thunder Venerable had also chosen to establish his own faction within the mountain range: the Wind-Thunder Pavilion.
Yet only a few centuries after founding the Wind-Thunder Pavilion, Wind-Thunder Venerable had perished in the long river of time.
Fortunately, although the Wind-Thunder Pavilion had lost its former glory, each generation still produced one or two Dou Zun experts. With a thousand years of heritage behind it, the pavilion had barely managed to retain some of the prestige of a top faction in the Central Plains.
At the heart of the Wind-Thunder Mountain Range, the sky was bright with sunshine, yet countless bolts of thunder were brewing overhead.
Beneath that sunlight, in the middle of a sea of flowers in full bloom, two figures sat in a pavilion, leisurely playing a board game.
One wore dark robes. Burly and imposing, he was none other than the Master of Wind-Thunder Pavilion.
The other was an elderly man dressed in an unusual Feather Robe, with a strange Phoenix Pattern between his brows.
"Heh, Brother Huang Xuan, it seems you were still one move ahead."
A moment later, Thunder Venerable looked at the old man opposite him with a helpless smile.
"Heh, Brother Thunder, you were holding back the