Xunyan Mountain of the Xunyan Sect had a towering ridge that pierced the clouds, encircled by countless other peaks. Exotic flowers and rare herbs covered the mountain, while all manner of precious birds and beasts strolled leisurely about its foothills. Auspicious clouds, like woven brocade, blanketed much of the ridge, lending it an endless ethereal air. The occasional flying crane appeared amid the stillness and motion, making the mountain seem like an immortal realm.
This ridge was none other than the Xunyan Sect's main peak, Golden Goose Ridge!
Beneath the cover of those auspicious clouds stood countless majestic palaces scattered across the ridge. At its highest point, where the clouds were thickest, stood a magnificent palace complex—the Xunyan Sect's Yanling Palace!
At this moment, Fairy Yingzhuo sat on the high platform within Yanling Palace, her face cold as ice as she rested in an ornate warm-jade chair. Her eyes flashed like lightning as she stared icily down from the platform. Below, more than a dozen cultivators sat upright and steady, each gazing at their noses and their noses at their hearts, as though they were all meditating in cultivation.
"Elder Yixuan, is there still no lead on the matter of the Thunder Pearl?" Fairy Yingzhuo watched those below for a long while before letting out a soft sigh and asking coldly.
A lean-browed young man, a cultivator at the mid-Nascent Soul stage, slightly raised his head. He shifted in his seat, cupped his hands, and said, "Reporting to the Sect Leader... our Xunyan Sect learned of the Thunder Pearl too late. The Shanghua Sect seized the initiative, but... Gan Qinghuo of the Thunder Control Sect ultimately beat them to it..."
"I already know all that. Two years have passed—where is Gan Qinghuo? Where is the Thunder Pearl? Just because I