The mountains within Hidden Peak were especially verdant, the sky especially blue. Everything looked utterly perfect, like something false, as though it had been painted.
Today, these picturesque mountains welcomed the most momentous event in the history of the Green Mountain Sect, and indeed of the Chaotian Continent.
Only two people participated in this event, but there were a few spectators.
Jing Jiu and True Person Taiping entered Hidden Peak, followed by the Heaven-Bearing Sword, and the Green Mountain Sword Formation arrived here as well. The reclusive elders who had ignored worldly affairs and seen no one for years sensed the Sword Formation's presence. Utterly shocked, they emerged from the cave abodes where they had secluded themselves and stood among the peaks, gazing into the distance.
One particularly impatient elder asked loudly, "What is going on? Why has the Sword Formation come into Hidden Peak? Has Green Mountain been wiped out? Have we fled out to sea?"
On a mountain several miles away, another reclusive elder said coldly, "If this is Lelang Commandery, I object! The Yuan Household has grand designs. We must keep our distance."
Another aged, bewildered voice rang out. "What year is it now? How could Green Mountain have fallen to such a state?"
In a secluded cave abode, Fang Jingtian slowly opened his eyes, a trace of exhaustion and pain appearing deep within them.
He had fought Jing Jiu for a long time within Hidden Peak to contest the position of Green Mountain Sect Master. His injuries were extremely severe, requiring centuries of painstaking effort to recover from-but did he still have several centuries left?
The voices of the elders within Hidden Peak reached his ears, surprising him somewhat. He thought that when he and Jing Jiu had fought so fiercely, these useless old