In the depths of Qianfeng Mountain, atop an ancient peak in disrepair.
Thousand-Year Peak.
A mountain inhabited primarily by New Disciples, Thousand-Year Peak was a chaotic mix, filled with murky, miasmic airs.
Hundreds of disciples lived atop Thousand-Year Peak, and aside from a large number of new arrivals, the rest were mostly seasoned tricksters.
These old hands loved nothing more than bullying New Disciples.
As such, Lu Li, Han Cheng, and the others, who were not particularly strong and lacked backing, naturally had a hard time on Thousand-Year Peak.
"Boss, today is the final deadline set by Xia Huang. We must pay him a thousand Contribution Points, or we'll be driven out of Thousand-Year Peak."
Among the five from the Longshan Empire, Xu Sanqian looked towards Lu Li, who led the group, with furrowed brows.
"We're all just beginners. Where would we get so many Contribution Points? Isn't this asking too much of us?"
Yue Buyi also spoke gravely at the side.
