"I'm truly sorry. I was originally ordered to receive you here."
"But for some reason, this Purple-Patterned Dangkang suddenly went berserk, and so..."
"Instead, we ended up needing our honored guests to help..."
Lu Ziye waved a hand. "It's no matter."
"Thank you, fellow Daoists."
Seeing that they did not blame him, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and turned toward the gathered cultivators.
"I'll take our honored guests to Linghua Valley first. You must get to the bottom of this."
"This is the finest-looking one, meant to serve as a mount for an outing during the Flower Festival gathering in a few days. Nothing can go wrong with it."
"Yes."
They followed Yan Xun toward the city center.
Apart from Lu Ziye, none of the three outer sect disciples had ever been here.
Never mind mortals-even cultivators like them could not help sighing at the beauty of the sights here.
Beiya Mountain City enjoyed spring all year round.
The stilt houses looked as though they had grown out of old plum trees, with wooden beams sprouting where the branches knotted together.
What poked out along the edges of the bluestone paving were not weeds, but clusters of tiny pale-purple flowers.
Vine bridges spanned the surrounding buildings, while cascades of nameless flowers and climbing ivy spilled out from all sorts of unexpected places.
"Wow..."
Gu Qingqing was already dazzled by the sights.
Li Qingfeng was rather astonished too. "Why don't they just call Beiya Mountain City Beiya Flower City...?"
What truly surprised Song Yan was how close the mortals here seemed to be to cultivators.
"Auntie... Auntie Zhao, what sort of flower bed would you like?"
A young man dressed as a rogue cultivator was talking to the older woman beside him.
"Just like Auntie Wang's next door