Four disciples guarded the Mountain Gate of Heavenly Talisman Mountain.
Their cultivation was very low, only at the qi refining stage!
When He Pingsheng landed at the Mountain Gate on his flying sword, they came forward one by one and bowed respectfully.
"Senior!"
"This junior pays his respects!"
"May we ask where you come from, Senior? This is Heavenly Talisman Mountain!"
Though their cultivation was low, they could tell at a glance that He Pingsheng was not a disciple of their sect.
He Pingsheng nodded. "I came..."
Before he could finish, he realized he did not know what to say.
His gaze fell instead on the three large characters engraved on the stone tablet behind them: Heavenly Talisman Mountain.
Should he say he was looking for Qiao Huizhu?
That was not quite appropriate.
Say he was looking for Qiao Huizhu's aunt? But that elder had already passed away.
As for Heavenly Talisman Mountain's other elders, He Pingsheng did not know a single one.
He stood with his mouth open for a long while, only to find himself speechless.
"Uh..." He rubbed his forehead. "I'm not looking for anyone. I was passing through when I noticed a Mountain Gate. Curiosity brought me over for a look!"
As he spoke, He Pingsheng's vast divine sense erupted, enveloping the whole of Heavenly Talisman Mountain.
Alarms rang out all across the mountain.
Rumble...
As though facing a formidable enemy, the disciples rushed to the formation nodes and activated Heavenly Talisman Mountain's Mountain-Guarding Grand Formation.
Only then did the four disciples begin trembling in terror, retreating one by one through the gate.
He Pingsheng did not move. He simply stood there.
He trusted that someone would arrive soon.
Sure enough, after just a few breaths, a streak of light swept over and landed at the