As Jiang Caixuan and Wu Lingxiang sat beside Ye Chenfeng, drinking the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Wine from the small world together.
High atop a certain mountain peak.
The surrounding Spiritual Energy was incredibly abundant, at least thirty to forty times more than in the Central Continent!
This mountain was also extremely tall, requiring at least tens of thousands of meters.
White clouds lingered around the summit.
A handsome middle-aged man stood at the mountain peak.
This middle-aged man seemed to merge with the surrounding air. Even if someone were beside him now, they would likely fail to sense his presence. His eyes gradually became sharp, and when he slightly raised his head, the brilliant light emitted from them seemed capable of piercing through the sky.
