"Mortals are often dull,"
In front of the mountain gate entrance to Green Cloud Palace on Taiwu Mountain, Mo Han, with a sigh, said to Wang Chen, "and greedy, making them hard to enlighten, ah!"
A towering mountain gate cut across the road, separating the world of immortals from that of mortals.
Before the gate kneeled thousands of seekers of immortality, many of whom truly looked pitiable.
Mo Han had come to greet Wang Chen.
He had also witnessed Wang Chen healing that little girl.
Wang Chen replied with a smile, "Perhaps."
The two did not continue discussing this topic. Led by Mo Han, Wang Chen climbed the steps and soon they reached the peak of Green Cloud Peak.
The flattened summit of the first peak of Taiwu Mountain seemed as if it had been leveled by a sharp sword before the Green Cloud Palace was built.
