For such a long time, it was Zhou Qing's first time coming to this peak, even Yan Xiaohu had only been here once before with his master Mo Xingjian.
Upon entering Golden Sun Peak, the environment here was extremely pleasant.
Each mountain peak was shaded by lush green trees, and rare flowers and exotic plants shone brilliantly under the sunlight.
There was also a thousand-meter-long waterfall cascading down from the high mountains, resembling a hanging Milky Way. The roaring sound was like a thousand horses galloping, both magnificent and splendid.
The two looked around and saw that some disciples of Golden Sun Peak were sitting on large stones, breathing calmly. Some were sparring with each other in the woods, their swords flashing, while others gathered in twos and threes, whispering about something.
"Master—"
Two streaks of light flew swiftly and landed. Du Kui and Luo Xue then greeted.
