"Yes," Lu Qingshan said.
"Come in."
Countless thoughts whirled through Lu Qingshan's mind in an instant, but his feet did not hesitate; he quickly stepped into the misty mountain.
This peculiar mist seemed to possess a magical strength that compressed space; merely a dozen steps transported him thousands of feet upward from the base to the waist of the mountain.
The last wisps of fog slowly dissipated before him, revealing a landscape akin to a fairy realm.
From the outside, the Sword Coming Peak appeared steep and blade-like, yet surprisingly, it featured a broad and flat plateau at mid-mountain.
Atop the cliff plateau was a pond mirror-clear, lush and rustling sword bamboo, countless blooming flowers, and a cascading waterfall like a silvery thread.
In the pond, a school of black carps frolicked and leaped.
In front of the pond stood two or three simple wooden towers suspended in air.
In front of the wooden towers stood a woman, elegant in poise.
