"Tushan Monster Country?"
Jiang Ding's Divine Sense interfaced with the Jinlingshan Mountain Formation and gazed in all directions.
As expected, he saw one or two beast-headed monster generals strolling in the mountains, accompanied by laughter, with numerous mortal servants and maids in tow, carrying umbrellas, preparing sweet wine, fanning the air, busily enjoying themselves, mixed with a few Foundation Establishment Stage disciples.
In the direction of the main peak, Tianleifeng Peak, the faint sounds of strings and woodwinds could be heard, along with boisterous laughter. Fairy-like figures from the Foundation Establishment Stage led a group of disciples in a dance in the sky, their movements enchanting, as pink petals fell from the heavens.
Another banquet.
"A bit too submissive in manner."
Jiang Ding frowned slightly, feeling some discomfort upon seeing this scene.
But he did nothing.
