After Fang Xing arrived at Solitary Blade Mountain, he was indeed treated quite well. Unlike the secluded tranquility of Qingqiu Mountain and the precipitous desolation of Mount Fusang, Solitary Blade Mountain was a range filled with sheer cliffs and secluded valleys. Each peak thrust into the sky like a sharp sword, with strange pines and exotic vines growing at an angle on the cliffs. Amidst the deep clouds and mist, a few palaces appeared faintly, mysterious and deep, giving the place an added sense of peril and solitude.
As soon as he arrived, he was treated as a distinguished guest, although the maids and guards reassigned to him looked at him with strange eyes.
