Atop Fulong Pass, the summit of Jinxian Peak.
Not a soul was in the sky above the peak, where the biting astral wind swept through, leaving the surroundings eerily clean.
"Mr. Gong, please take a look at the Great Qian under the heavens."
On the mountain, Song Yin led a group of true disciples, accompanied by Gongming Yue as a guest.
"Brother Song, I have already seen it once before, led by your third-generation disciple Liu Shenxiu," said Gongming Yue.
"Shenxiu, indeed a good disciple, the lineage of my second junior brother has always been adept in all aspects. In our Jinxian Sect, the juniors handle all matters, big and small. I, myself, don't usually pay much attention to details; it's with the help of my junior brothers that everything runs smoothly," Song Yin said cheerfully.
Zhang Fei Xuan, Wang Qizheng, and Gao Sishu, the Three Immortals of the Jinxian Sect, said in unison, "Elder brother, you flatter us."
