Dragons and Tigers Clash

Cloud Platform Mountain. Halfway up the mountain, a silver waterfall poured down.

Below it lay a deep pool, known as the Dragon Rearing Pool.

Pavilions and towers surrounded the Dragon Rearing Pool, the scenery winding and lovely, secluded and delightful.

"Elder Li, this is the place."

A female disciple of Cloud Platform Mountain led Li Rui to a covered corridor beside the Dragon Rearing Pool, then departed respectfully.

Li Rui swept his gaze around.

The covered corridor connected to pavilions, and cultivators had already gathered in twos and threes nearby, chatting about all manner of things.

His reputation was not particularly great.

Thus, these cultivators did not even spare him a glance. Most merely swept him with their divine sense before paying him no further mind.

Finding no familiar faces, Li Rui simply clasped his hands behind his back and circled the Dragon Rearing Pool once.

Very soon.

He spotted an acquaintance amid the crowd.

"Qingluan Fairy, it has been a long time."

A young male cultivator approached with a grin, intending to exchange a few words with Qingluan Fairy, who stood alone by the railing.

But unexpectedly.

"Get lost."

With a single sentence from Qingluan Fairy, the young male cultivator could only leave with enough sense to know better.

Naturally, he felt humiliated.

After all, none of those able to attend the Cloud Platform Immortal Gathering could be ordinary.

The young male cultivator was somewhat frustrated.

But when he recalled that Qingluan Fairy had always kept strangers at arm's length, and that he had never heard of her showing any man a pleasant face.

He had barely left.

When he saw another person step forward to strike up a conversation. He had thought that man, inferior to himself in both looks and bearing, would surely be turned away.

Yet