"Wuxia, we're here."
On that day, two figures arrived outside the mountain gate of Zhenyang Sect. They were Long Yan and Wuxia. Long Yan, holding Wuxia's hand, whispered to her.
"Is this the Zhenyang Sect?"
Surveying the whole Zhenyang Sect, Long Yan murmured softly to himself.
Ahead of them were a small range of mountains, lush and green, shaded by trees and full of vibrant life.
Within the mountains, buildings were scattered, some spectacular waterfalls existed, and the environment around Zhenyang was actually pretty good. In front of the mountains, two jade columns shaped like coiling dragons stood, next to which was a towering stone stele twenty feet high. The three words "Zhenyang Sect" on it seemed to contain infinite mysteries.
This was Zhenyang Sect.
