The mountains are serene, shrouded in mist; the sect gates stand majestically, with jade tiles and flying eaves faintly visible. Before the steps, the Spiritual Spring Water murmurs, Spirit Grass sways in the wind on both sides, red maples blaze like fire, and jade trees are adorned with crystals. Pavilions and towers are scattered, with celestial energy flowing among the carved beams and painted rafters, displaying a clear and transcendental charm.
Yang Zhenshan stands in Green Jade City below the mountain, gazing at the sect standing proudly among the mountains, his eyes full of shock.
He has heard countless people mention the Xuanqing Sect and has sought information about it from various sources, but this is the first time he has gazed closely at the mountain gate of the Xuanqing Sect.
The mountains embrace each other, peaks and ridges are layered, pavilions and towers stand proudly, all shrouded in dense clouds and mist.
Such a celestial scene truly makes others envious.
