On the peak of Qingzhu Peak, over a hundred cultivators had gathered.
The Peak Master of Qingzhu Peak, Qing Huangzi, had yet to appear, but Ning Zhuo was already there.
It was early morning, the sky light not yet blazing.
The vast sea of clouds silently rolled at the peak's midsection, like tens of thousands of Cloud Beasts slowly stretching their enormous bodies in slumber.
The ubiquitous bamboo forests of Qingzhu Peak were of a deep hue, neither jade nor emerald, but exuded a gentle restraint and a nearly metallic resilient cold glow, with jade-like textures faintly visible as light shone upon them.
