Sky Mountain was already in sight, and everyone quickened their pace, galloping on their horses.
Beneath Sky Mountain, dozens of towering peaks pierced the clouds. They sprouted from the ground, enclosing a valley that was a verdant green.
Looking in, one could vaguely see lines of buildings in the depths of the valley, tucking in and out of sight among the emerald green forest, nestled beside the mountains and waters.
Horse hooves clopped, and the black-maned horses quickly crossed a distance of a thousand meters, arriving before the valley.
In front of the valley was a square that spanned several miles, its terrain flat and even. Students from various regions continued to appear. Some rode Demon Beast mounts, others flew with swords, but the majority, like Luo Feng and his group, had ridden horses to arrive.
Luo Feng's gaze swept over these people, raising an eyebrow.
