On the western side of Jade Lake Peak's summit, before the white cliffs, stood another cluster of halls. That was the immortal dwelling where Jade Lake Peak's teachers and disciples cultivated.
Peak Master Cheng Youtian stood before Falling Tide Hall, gazing toward the distant island in the lake, his brows slightly furrowed with worry.
He was a direct disciple of the previous Peak Master of Jade Lake Peak and did not belong to the same lineage as Lei Poyun.
All these years, he had cultivated in seclusion on Hidden Peak deep within Green Mountain. He had only a vague awareness that certain things had happened among the Nine Peaks and had no desire to face such pressure. Had he not felt that Jade Lake Peak's lineage must not be severed, and been even more unwilling to let that old monster on Shangde Peak snatch it away, he would never have returned from Hidden Peak and defeated Chi Yan before the Sword Inheritance Assembly.
Tonight's thunderstorm was far fiercer than expected. He did not know what it meant.
Two important figures from Jade Lake Peak had already died, and not in battle against evil demons. They had died violent deaths.
Many Jade Lake Peak disciples, indignant at the injustice, had wanted to demand an answer from the sect master, but he had forcibly held them back.
Could this be heavenly punishment? Because Jade Lake Peak committed such an evil deed?
He thought this with a heart full of awe as he watched the hundreds of lightning bolts webbing the night sky.
Many others among the Nine Peaks were also watching Jade Lake Peak, admiring the rarely seen spectacle.
Only a very few could faintly sense something unusual within heaven's might.
At the cliffside of Heavenly Light Peak and beside the railing