On the morning three days later, two figures arrived outside the Danyang Sect's mountain gate.
They rode no Cloud Boat and stood on no flying swords, simply walking up the bluestone steps one at a time.
Yet with every step, the stone beneath their feet trembled soundlessly.
The man in front wore blue Daoist robes. His face was stern, his gaze burned like a torch, and he held an ancient bronze mirror in his hand.
He was none other than Elder Qingming, one of the Immortal Alliance’s Eight Great Elders.
Beside him followed a white-robed disciple with delicate features, a steady aura, and a cultivation that had actually reached the Yellow Dragon Seventh Layer.
News spread swiftly.
In less than an hour, the foot of Cold Moon Peak was packed with people.
Disciples and deacons from every peak, along with direct descendants and collateral branches of the Four Great Original Families, had nearly all come. Those who had still been reeling from Lin Shisan's five-dragons-as-one phenomenon a few days earlier now all wanted to know one thing: what had the Immortal Alliance come to see Lin Shisan about at a time like this?
Sect Master Bai Ziyin personally descended the mountain to welcome them.
Feng Xian'er stood at the mountain gate with her arms folded, a languid smile on her face but a layer of vigilance settled in her eyes.
"Elder Qingming, what wind has blown you here?"
Elder Qingming stood at the mountain gate, his gaze passing over Feng Xian'er to settle on Lin Shisan a short distance behind her. He studied Lin Shisan for several breaths, then glanced at Zi Yuner beside him. A barely perceptible gleam of sharpness flashed through his cloudy old eyes.
"Fellow Daoist Feng, I have come today only to verify one matter."
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