The boss of a mountain…
With the Eighth Prince's tireless efforts, he would probably be recognized by many people if he took such a position, right?
Many people were still uncertain whether the Ninth Summit really had disciples.
As soon as the Eighth Prince's mountain opened, they would probably know of the answer.
Hence, he decided to forget about it.
"Have you heard of the Witchcloud Gathering?" Jiang Lan asked.
The Eighth Prince had no restrictions in Kunlun, so he knew a lot of things.
Ao Ye loved to drink and spent most of his time at the inn.
He should have heard a lot.
"I've heard that people across the Grand Desolate World will all come to the Witchcloud Gathering." The Eighth Prince sat on the side, placed his hands behind his head and leaned back.
