In the mountains, the ancient trees were lush, with ethereal mist winding through them.
The Purple Mist Sect, being one of the few Sacred Lands in the Eastern Desolate, is natural that not just anyone can casually approach their mountain gate.
Mo Wangchen's powerful perception spread, scanning the area for a thousand miles, and he could clearly sense some presences moving within these woodlands.
These were disciples of the Purple Mist Sect, responsible for patrolling the sect's surroundings, ready to report any anomalies immediately.
With Qiao Lingfeng leading the way, Mo Wangchen and the others encountered no hindrance whatsoever.
After two hours of leaving Yao City, finally, ahead of them, a grand and majestic sect appeared.
Compared to its former self, the Purple Mist Sect now appeared significantly more impressive, with nearly ten thousand disciples within, and over the years, they have cultivated many exceptionally talented individuals.
