Thinking about what he would do here in the Xian Sword Sect, Lin Mu continued to walk, his eyes calmly observing the towering peaks that surrounded them.
"This way, Senior," an Inner Court disciple said, guiding Lin Mu and the others to their quarters.
They were brought to one of the prominent residential peaks nearby. The mountain rose like a jade pillar into the heavens, reaching an imposing height of at least five thousand meters. Its summit was crowned in glistening snow, while the slopes below were blanketed in vibrant greenery that teemed with life.
Waterfalls cascaded down from hidden springs, glimmering like strands of silk in the sunlight. Immortal cranes soared through the skies, their feathers gleaming like polished silver as they let out melodious, harmonious cries.
Occasionally, one could glimpse rare spirit birds nesting along the cliffside ledges, adding bursts of color and energy to the tranquil panorama.
