The scenery on this mountain peak was indeed pleasant. Not to mention the babbling streams at its foot, the lush green cypresses beside the winding mountain paths, or the secluded pools that appeared now and then beneath shady trees and beside rocks—even the occasional elk and antelope strolling leisurely past people as though they possessed spiritual awareness were enough to make one leave one's heart here.
The mountaintop differed somewhat from the foot of the mountain. Palaces built of emerald jade were not only hidden amid the verdant greenery, but also dotted the undulating peaks everywhere. Many neatly dressed youths moved between these palaces, some holding folded fans, others carrying azure-edged swords. Whether walking calmly or flying on blue light beneath their feet, all of them appeared composed and carried themselves with lofty bearing.
This was the mountain gate of Chongyun Sect in Xi Kingdom.
At the very innermost reaches of the many palaces, atop a protrusion like an imperial jade seal, stood a palace resembling a crown. Within it, an old man wearing a Confucian crown sat behind a jade desk, his face incomparably solemn as he coldly watched the four people before him. They were none other than Mo Yan, Mo Jianli, Qiu Jian, Li Momo, and Ji Dong. This elder was Shangguan Feiyu, sect master of Chongyun Sect, a great Confucian scholar who had cultivated to the Grandmaster realm.
Facing Shangguan Feiyu's gaze, colder than the jade walls around them, Mo Jianli and the others lowered their heads, not daring to say much. It seemed that if they made the slightest movement, that gaze would transform into flying swords and pierce their bodies.
"Mo Yan!" Though Shangguan Feiyu wished to suppress the anger in his heart, it still slipped into his voice. He had even failed to