It was a long night on Dragon Tiger Mountain.
The bright moon hung high, bathing the night sky in streaks of luminous white.
The narrow Ascending Dragon Path, with its three thousand stone steps, penetrated the heart of the mountain, resembling a giant dragon undulating amid the evening shadows.
This was the path that all newcomers to Dragon Tiger Mountain must traverse.
Once they climbed the Ascending Dragon Path, they were officially inducted, allowed to light three branches of pure incense, and pay homage to the ancestors of the generations past.
"This is the famed Dragon Tiger Mountain. Truly befitting the stature of the leader of the Taoist Sect, having the aura of the Immortals."
As Su Qingshan looked all around, his young face couldn't hide the excitement.
Joining Dragon Tiger Mountain has been Su Qingshan's dream since childhood, raised on stories of the Taoists from Dragon Tiger Mountain vanquishing demons and suppressing evils.
