As for Chang Yu and the other two, they grew increasingly alarmed. Though these few days had not been long, and they still could not see through Xiao Hua's cultivation, Wu Tianxin had casually raised several difficult questions about cultivation. He had originally meant to seek Chang Yu's advice, yet before Chang Yu could finish speaking, Xiao Hua mercilessly refuted him. Naturally unwilling to accept this, Chang Yu brought up several doubts of his own for discussion. Xiao Hua did not hold much back either, answering them all in exhaustive detail. Thus, apart from Xiao Hua asking more about the Yaotai Gathering, Qingzhou, and Yangzhou, the three of them spent most of their time taking turns seeking Xiao Hua's guidance.
By the time a pillar-like mountain of bluestone stood in the distance between heaven and earth like a Jade Gui, with uneven rolling mountain ranges along its edges, the three had already come to revere Xiao Hua immensely. Seeing Xiao Hua put away the Heavenly Horse and flying carriage, they hurriedly jumped down from their flying birds and flying boat, respectively stowed their flying artifacts, and stood respectfully beside Xiao Hua.
Gazing at Yaotai Mountain, Xiao Hua could not help but be stunned. Earlier, he had not released his divine sense to inspect Yaotai Mountain, so he had not known of this scene. Yet what surprised him was not Yaotai Mountain itself, but the area beneath it. Within a radius of nearly a hundred li, tents filled the land. Around these tents stood countless soldiers and generals in bright armor. The generals' armor was not the same, nor were the military banners planted around the tents; clearly, they did not belong to one unified force.
Seeing Xiao Hua's surprised expression, Chang Yu hurriedly said from beside him, "Fellow Daoist Xiao,