Zhi Xuan Mountain.
The five peaks stand together, high in the middle and low on both sides.
The Middle Finger Peak is the main peak, with two peaks on each side as secondary peaks.
Among the five peaks, they are connected only by simple iron chain bridges, with pavilions and towers seemingly haphazardly located atop the peaks.
Usually, Zhi Xuan Mountain is harmoniously peaceful.
As the top sect power of the Five Mountains Prefecture, the disciples of Zhi Xuan Mountain can leisurely practice their martial arts, debate their understanding of Martial Arts theories, and share insights.
But today.
Under the scorching sun, a faint tension pervades the five peaks.
At this moment, at the foot of Middle Finger Peak.
"Feng Zhen, Zhong Yue, you two have some nerve!" Zheng Changfeng glared angrily.
Behind Zheng Changfeng, figures descended from the sky.
Each of these figures carried an aura as vast as mountains and seas, incredibly profound.
