Standing on the mountaintop, Shi Xiaole gazed out and saw countless uniquely shaped peaks piercing through the sea of clouds and reaching into the sky. Some were lower than the peak they were on, while others were higher.
The highest group of peaks were so lofty that even Shi Xiaole couldn't see the top, as if they darted out into the sky.
At this moment, many peaks were already crammed with people, with masters appearing in droves every moment. Not a single one was below the Dragon Gate Realm, the clamor filling the otherwise tranquil Endless Risky Peak with a lively atmosphere.
"Look, aren't those Wen Weijian and Ni Yihang?"
A commotion erupted at one moment.
Two middle-aged men had appeared on a peak three thousand meters high, forcing many to look up.
The man on the left had a square face and broad nose; his skinny figure exuded a restrained aura, easily drawing thoughts to the plain bamboo sword at his waist. It was unadorned, yet sheathed sharpness.
