Zhang Yan stood with his hands behind his back atop Dangyun Peak, gazing into the majestic scenery of the Eighteen Peaks of Cangwu Mountain.
In the past, it was beneath this very peak that he defeated the disciples of the Guangyuan Sect, earned the status of a True Disciple, and subsequently entered the Upper Court, paving the way for his later achievements.
In the blink of an eye, twenty-six years had passed, and today he had returned to his old haunt.
"We pay our respects to Dean Zhang."
Three old Daoists, their hair streaked with gray, approached from behind him and bowed deeply.
Zhang Yan slowly turned around, his gaze passing over the three of them one by one. Unable to withstand the weight of his scrutiny, each lowered their heads.
He waved his hand and said, "The three of you may rise."
Only then did the three old Daoists dare to straighten themselves.
