These dozen or so figures were all quite young, around their twenties, a mix of men and women, all vibrant and spirited.
Despite the cold weather, they were dressed lightly, not feeling chilled in the slightest.
They chatted as they walked and soon reached the summit of Yu Jing Peak.
"Did you see that, this statue, naturally formed, legend has it that it's the remains of an immortal who ascended in ancient times."
A youth pointed at the statue of Lu Yan and explained.
"Nonsense."
A youth with a buzz cut and a look of disdain shook his head and scoffed, "These legends are nothing more than stories concocted by tourist spots to enhance their own cultural depth and attract visitors."
"Indeed, do immortals even exist in this world? Let alone immortals, even those ancient martial arts passed down through history are fake. Right, Yang Suer, I heard you've still been persistently practicing your family's Xing Yi Quan. Have you made any progress?"
