This mountain peak was not high, yet it was shrouded in Dragon Qi, serving as the Ancestor Root of this mountain range. Indeed, it was an excellent place for cultivation.
The ancient pines were lush and green, strange black stones stood tall, and several Spiritual Springs surged up.
Daoist Duan De was engrossed, meticulously carving Dao Glyphs at the mountain top, with a dry, skinny old Daoist bustling about beside him.
In the distant mountain ridges, the Black Emperor spoke, "It's almost done. We'll definitely finish today. This cow-nosed one is quite something."
"We should sell out this unscrupulous Daoist once, but it's uncertain what price we might get," Tu Fei muttered.
Ye Fan, fearing detection by the unscrupulous fat man, gestured, and the two men and the dog retreated silently.
「Chaotic Cloud State.」
Mountains were everywhere, ancient pines stretched to the sky, and Qing Peaks met the clouds.
