The Taixu Mountain, shrouded in rich sunset and misty clouds.
Mo Hua was leisurely wandering through the mountains with Zhang Lan, telling him about the history of the Taixu Gate, the ancient Taoist relics, the classical buildings, and the breathtaking mountain scenery.
Zhang Lan felt somewhat overwhelmed.
What shocked him was not entirely the long history of the fifth-grade sect of Taixu Gate, its profound heritage, the demeanor of its disciples, the splendid mountain views, and various scenic wonders...
While these were certainly impressive, what truly unsettled him was the fact that he could actually enter the entrance of Taixu Gate?
During the Sword Discussion Conference, the gate was surrounded by countless cultivators.
Some of those cultivators had profound cultivation, some had extraordinary backgrounds, and some appeared dignified, but without exception, they were all kept outside the gate.
Zhang Lan was originally among them.
