Ba Mountain, Yunyu Tower.
Tonight, it was rare for there to be no rain. The air wasn't cold or dry, carrying the fresh scent of mountain foliage. A massive green snake coiled atop a mountain ridge, winding and stretching far into the distance, occasionally lifting its head to glance at the moon above.
Xiaozhai lay on a long couch, absentmindedly nibbling on fruits. She hadn't been particularly fond of them before, but ever since returning from the Realm of Immortality, she'd developed a strong liking for them. A plate was always within reach, unknowingly emptied as she ate.
The Bashan Sect now possessed considerable foundations: over a hundred buildings, fully equipped with all necessities, spanning three mountain ridges. Yet since its establishment, it had always been sparsely populated, with the number of living members never exceeding ten.
