Gu Sheng and Ji Ziyue did not hesitate, following the map's directions, they flew straight to the main peak in the northwest corner.
During their flight, Gu Sheng and Ji Ziyue could clearly feel the disdainful gazes from other entry-level disciples.
Before long, they arrived at the northwest corner's main peak.
The scenery here was completely different from the other main peaks.
What met their eyes was an unremarkable mountain, with trees that seemed to be malnourished.
Calling it a mountain was rather generous—it was really just a pile of large stones.
Gu Sheng and Ji Ziyue landed in front of the main peak's gate, where an elderly man with white hair was seated calmly.
Ji Ziyue stood still, silently admiring, "This elder's Withered Zen has reached an extraordinary realm."
"What? Withered Zen?"
Gu Sheng furrowed his brow slightly.
"Let's go take a look."
With that, Gu Sheng led Ji Ziyue toward the old man.
"You are the new disciples, aren't you?"
