Lu Zheng and Shen Ying reached their destination, then entered the deep mountains.
In the depths of the mountains, seven streams surrounded them, cloud-covered peaks were obscured by mist, faint glows of dawn light were seen, with Cloud Valley lingering perpetually on the left, and Stone Peak piercing the sky on the right. In the sky, birds soared, while on the ground, deer and monkeys rested. Occasionally, waves of sword Qi stirred the clouds and wind, while beams of sword light darted back and forth, illuminating the sky and pervading the earth, as if the residence of immortals.
Truly a renowned location where sword immortals frequently dwell and sword heroes appear.
Feiyu Mountain!
"Another secluded sect, so far from the official road, it requires dozens of miles of mountain trails." Lu Zheng eased his horse's reins and sighed.
