The entire tree shook wildly there, as if it were expressing its gratitude to Ye Ling.
Ye Ling gave a faint smile, his gaze shifting towards the mountain peak.
At the peak, a palace stood loftily at the summit, emitting a faint yellow glow.
In that faint yellow light, something pale could be vaguely seen, resembling a sculpture crafted from jade, giving off an elegant and ethereal feeling.
Ye Ling slowly stepped forward, lightly tipping his toes, his figure soaring into the air, and in the blink of an eye, he had already reached the top of the mountain.
The mountaintop was not as magnificent as Ye Ling had imagined, one might even say it was rather simple.
There was only a dragon turtle bound by ropes, and a pagoda emitting the lustrous glow of colored glaze!
The glazed pagoda was oval-shaped, looking quite exquisite, radiating a mysterious and sacred aura.
It gave one the illusion of sacrilege, as if a deity resided within.
