In the southwest of the Yue Kingdom, along its border with the Fengdu Kingdom, lay a sprawling mountain range.
Although the region was thick with mountain forests, for some unknown reason its spiritual energy was extremely thin. It produced few cultivation resources, and no one had ever heard of any heavenly treasures appearing there. As a result, cultivators rarely set foot in the area.
That day, two cultivators sat cross-legged on an unremarkable hill a little over a hundred feet high. One was He Jin, the thin old man who had previously invited Xiao Yu to explore an ancient cultivator's cave abode.
The other was a young man dressed in black, gently waving a paper fan in his hand. He was twenty-six or twenty-seven, looked like a worldly young rake, and had reached the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage.
"Senior Brother He, are those people you mentioned coming or not? If they aren't, let's hurry up and call someone else from the sect!" The young man snapped his paper fan shut and complained impatiently to He Jin.
"Junior Brother Yan, be patient. They've all promised to come, and there's still some time before the appointed hour. Let's wait a little longer!" He Jin explained to the young gentleman.
This young gentleman was Yan Xu of the Yan family, one of the Foundation Establishment Cultivators who had reached that level in recent years. His aptitude was quite good, and he had reached the middle stage at a young age. The sect's higher-ups valued him, and a Golden Core cultivator had taken him as a disciple. Thus, although He Jin's cultivation was higher, he still spoke to him courteously.
Just as He Jin finished speaking, a streak of azure light flew in from the distant horizon and soon reached the sky above the