The mountain range towered like the spine of a dragon.
The mountains were pristine, and immortal mist swirled around.
Every other mountain peak bore a secluded wooden house, faintly visible among the greenery.
There were twelve mountains, and there were twelve wooden houses.
They stood guard over the mountains, firmly perched on the peaks.
At the foot of the second mountain.
Yu Chao'an stretched lazily, his face still blackened by the eerie light, yet he nearly resembled a recluse with a lofty demeanor.
"Becoming the senior sister's registered disciple isn't difficult," he said.
"After all, she doesn't care about cultivation level."
"As long as you can complete the task she assigns, no matter how, you will suffice."
Before him stood, in total, seven figures.
Regardless of gender, they were all stunning and elegant, as if they had stepped out of a painting.
