South of Liangzhou City, a range of mountains, sinuous and undulating, stretched for hundreds of miles, perpetually wrapped in a veil of clouds and mist. Among them hid dozens of towering and picturesque peaks.
This is none other than the famously renowned Lishan of Liangzhou.
Its fame arose from the presence of two first-rate sects within its midst—the Nanyun Sect and the Qinghe Taoist Temple.
The Nanyun Sect occupied over a dozen picturesque peaks in the northern parts of Lishan. As a first-rate Martial Cultivation Sect, countless Martial Artists flocked daily, seeking to study; yet, most could not even enter the gates.
Deep within the Nanyun Sect, atop one of the picturesque peaks, sat a grandiose estate, as splendid as a palace.
"Truly such a genius?"
Inside a secret chamber of the estate, a woman in her late twenties, clad in a vivid, colorful dress, her face lovely and seductive, sat in a chair, looking in astonishment at Song Cidong, who knelt before her.
