In the newly risen, majestic Immortal Mountain.
Lü Yang rode his Flying Light and landed on the mountain's peak in a single step. His eyes were met with a vast expanse of Spiritual Mist, from which a rosy glow ascended, coalescing into an Array Spirit.
"This servant pays her respects to the Perfected Person."
The Array Spirit had the appearance of a beautiful woman with a graceful, noble, and elegant bearing. She gave Lü Yang a slight bow, her voice warm and pleasant as she spoke.
Lü Yang's eyes lit up at the sight.
Of course, he had no interest in her beauty.
What truly interested him was that this Array Spirit was remarkably similar to the one on Holy Fire Cliff, as if they were cast from the same mold!
"What grade is this array?"
