A few days later, the main peak of Nine Peaks Mountain, Star-picking Peak.
In the Star-picking Hall at the peak, Chen Mu offered incense and worshiped the Luofu Taoist Ancestor. He turned to look at the middle-aged Daoist beside him, dressed in an orange Daoist Robe, with a gentle smile on his face.
The person was Yuan Zhen of the Nine Peaks Mountain Capital Institute.
"Director Chen, Tangshan Institute is not close to this place."
"Currently, there are demons causing chaos in the Yizhou Interior, yet you managed to come here safely. The journey must have been quite arduous," Yuan Zhen remarked with amazement.
"We took the shortcut through the Tongtian River, but even so..." Chen Mu couldn't help but sigh.
He then omitted matters related to himself, such as the Yin Mistaken Yang and Yama's Feast, and roughly recounted the journey here, which left Yuan Zhen marveling.
"What plans do you have for the future, fellow Daoist?" Yuan Zhen asked.
