"All cultivators from the Twelve Dynasties have arrived, open the sect gates!"
The milky-white, oblong gates opened, and the prohibition that enshrouded the Cloud Hidden Spirit Sect also opened a small gap, allowing the cultivators of the Twelve Dynasties to line up and enter.
The disciples were all very surprised as they looked around.
"Yang Brother... this Upper Sect's gates really are different... even the spirit monkeys on this mountain are so sentient, they look just like humans."
Shen Yao gently tugged at Yang Fu's sleeve and pointed at a monkey on the sect's mountain that was staring at them.
With ears that seemed extremely sensitive, the spirit monkey glanced at Shen Yao with a disdainful look, raised its middle finger, and appeared quite arrogant.
"Hey hey hey! This monkey! Look, Yang Fu!"
Yang Fu could not help but smile wryly.
"This spirit monkey is a Foundation Establishment Stage spirit beast... you should be calling it 'senior,' be careful not to offend it."
