This mountain was called Zhuo Peak. It was not very magnificent or grand, with nothing extraordinary about it.
Completely ordinary and empty, just like a wild land. Withered vines, old trees, black crows…under the red color of the setting sun, an evening mist arose. This little peak didn't appear like an immortal mountain at all.
Zhou Peak had many broken ruins and debris laying about. Thistles and thorns were everywhere, and there wasn't even a mountain path.
Within the sky, seven figures were flying over. They slowed down when they arrived here, and descended.
These young disciples were all only around twenty years old. For this main peak that had been empty for many years to finally have people come looking for immortal destiny was quite surprising to them, so they purposely came over for a look.
"Greetings senior master Li." There were both men and women in this group. After giving greetings to this senior, they then sized up Ye Fan and Ji Ziyue.
