"Excuse me, please let me through."
"Don't push, get back!"
"Could you speak more politely, Daoist friend?"
"If you're not polite, what's it to you!"
Watching the chaos ahead, Li Yan and his two companions exchanged glances.
They had overcome numerous hardships to climb the mountain, only to find it was already crowded with people.
There is a stone path under the arch leading to Doumu Palace, and on both sides are steep slopes. The snow on the stone path had not yet melted, making it wet and slippery to walk on.
In front of the arch, there were also several Daoists blocking the way, checking and registering each person meticulously, with a long line of people waiting their turn.
Everyone knew that the number of spiritual acupoints was limited, yet there were many people here, so everyone was anxious, and their words unintentionally carried a bit of sharpness.
"Silence!"
