The snotty kid pointed to the other side.
"Have you heard of the Dian Cang Sword Sect?" Song Shi plucked a handful of grass to feed the sheep. He found it rather interesting.
The grass here was very lush. It grew so well that it was a few feet tall and contained a certain spirituality.
"It seems to be on the immortal mountain over there. It's very, very far away. Only immortals can reach it."
The snot-nosed child smiled innocently. "Brother is an immortal. You'll definitely be able to find it."
Song Shi smiled. He was certain that this was the territory of the Dian Cang Sword Sect. It was not difficult to find a sect that even a child knew about.
"Son, who are you talking to?"
A tall and sturdy-looking woman walked over. There were traces of wind and frost on her dark face, and there was some kind of totem tattoo between her eyebrows.
"Mother, I'm talking to an immortal. Come and take a look."
