Qin Ming wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hurried ahead to lead Xiao Tian, Shi Hao, Huo Ling'er, and Shi Zhongtian toward the God King Hall. "This way, please, all four of you."
Soon, a grove of white plum trees appeared halfway up the mountain. Their fragrance drifted through the mist, setting off the magnificent, imposing hall. It radiated an intimidating majesty, especially the three large characters on its plaque. They had undoubtedly been inscribed by a True God and carried a powerful pressure.
A God King had left them behind in ancient times, during the Immortal Mountain's golden age.
After all, the Lower Realm had once had far more divine spirits than it did now-even Heavenly Gods. Only after that darkest battle in ancient times, the twilight of the gods, had the Lower Realm fallen into utter decline.
"Please wait patiently, everyone. We have just endured a great calamity, and all manner of clan affairs require coordination and attention. Once the ancestors have finished their work, they will certainly arrange for you to meet Shi Ziling and his wife."
After that reminder, Qin Ming scurried away as though his heels were on fire.
Clearly, these people intended to leave them hanging for a while.
What a disgusting little trick. But did the Immortal Mountain still have the right to put on airs?
"Brother, what do we do next?"
Shi Hao had immediately noticed their petty scheming too.
As their elder, Shi Zhongtian had to be mindful of his conduct, but they had no such concerns.
"There seem to be some good things here. Let's look around and collect a few while we're at it. That way, our trip won't have been wasted."
Xiao Tian's First Calabash Brother Body chuckled as he spoke.
Shi Hao understood immediately. He