Zhang Jing's rainbow-like radiance lingered in mid-air for a moment.
His gaze poured directly onto the various figures on the three mountain peaks.
In the very next moment, he retracted his gaze once more.
An inscrutable expression of deep meaning emerged on his face.
"It's quite apparent that the rumors are true, the seven top legacies of the Human Race are indeed divided into four different factions."
At the very next instant.
Zhang Jing landed on one of the mountain peaks.
Dozens of people sitting cross-legged immediately opened their eyes, faces lighting up with affable smiles.
Seven of them directly stood up, giving Zhang Jing a warm welcome.
"Ha ha, another fellow cultivator from Taiyi has just arrived."
"What caused you to arrive this late?"
...
Not much later.
Zhang Jing sat down near the center under the guidance of seven cultivators from the Taiyi Sect.
Thereafter,
Each of them introduced themselves to him.
