Clouds obscure the sky, winds rustle softly, fury sweeps the pine waves across the valley.
The Songtao Mountain Range stretches endlessly, spanning three thousand miles.
It is the Dragon Raising Land of the Nascent Soul Family, the Feng Clan.
Countless towering pine trees stand within, and when the strong wind blows through, the pines roar like ocean waves.
On this day.
Amidst the thousands of pine forests, waves of sound rise again.
Upon closer listening, it is not the wind striking the pines, but a series of Glints rising and falling, soaring into the sky from between the mountains and forests.
A massive Cloud Boat hovers in the void, waiting silently.
Moments later, three figures appear together.
Over ten thousand cultivators unhesitatingly bow in respect to the three, to the one leading them.
"Greetings, Supreme Elder!"
Feng Bu Yan stroked his beard, satisfied as he watched this scene.
"Friend Ning, Daoist Yang, how do you find my Feng family's young men?"
