"Excellent!" Fairy Yingzhuo clapped her hands and laughed. "Then I'll have to trouble Fellow Daoist Dongshan!"
"Hehe, not at all, not at all. I only hope Fellow Daoist Yingzhuo will also abide by our agreement and help this poor Daoist fulfill his wish as soon as possible!" Fellow Daoist Dongshan said with an ingratiating smile.
Afterward, Fairy Yingzhuo spoke with Fellow Daoist Dongshan for a while longer before taking her leave. Fellow Daoist Dongshan escorted her out. Watching her receding figure, a strange glint flashed through his eyes. He then returned to his cave dwelling, only to emerge again moments later, his face still concealed. He flew into the air and vanished without a trace before long!
Far away, in a corner of the southeastern region of Xi Country, within a rather magnificent mountain range, lay a place shrouded in dense mist. This swirling fog differed from the mist created by the formation at Huanghua Ridge. It was extremely thick and naturally formed, yet unlike the dense fog of Yulian Mountain, it hung in wispy, cotton-like strands and lacked that sticky thickness.
This was Misty Mountain, where Xue Xue had lived since childhood.
Since it was known as Misty Mountain, there was naturally something peculiar about it. The two mountain ranges covered by the mist twisted through nine coils and eighteen bends, with crisscrossing mountain paths and caves scattered everywhere. Once ordinary people entered, it was difficult for them to find their way out again. Such a perilous place was considered a land of great ill omen in mortal eyes, yet in the eyes of cultivators, it was an ideal refuge. Thus, no one knew when it had begun, but a mighty cultivator had used divine abilities to lay down a formation around Misty Mountain, combining the natural fog with