The rain fell, and the vegetation in the old homeland was deep.
Flying arrival peak was hidden in a patch of misty clouds, blocking all vision from the top and bottom of the mountain.
The cultivators on the peak had already sealed the mountain Gate.
He didn't receive any guests recently.
Those who were slightly older should remember that twenty years ago, there was also a period of time when the flying arrival sect sealed off the mountain for five days.
The White clouds on the peak did not disperse.
If there were cultivators here, they would find that even divine sense couldn't penetrate the White clouds. It was clearly a celestial mist formed by a formation that isolated all sound and images.
In the fog.
The sound of the rain Palace's zither flowed.
The xiuzhe from all over the world had already lined up and were standing in an empty square in the back mountain.
