"Those youngsters in my family, Xizhi has met them all, hasn't he? What do you think?"
Li Xizhi nodded with a smile and replied,
"They are very polite and composed."
Yang Ruizao understood the equivocal compliments and sighed,
"I only hope they can change a bit."
As the two conversed, Bianyan Mountain slowly came into view before them, situated squarely among the twenty-three cities of the southern part of Xu Country, convenient for offering support in all directions. The white mist shrouded it, giving off an eerily serene aura.
While the younger generation conversed, Li Xuanfeng appeared somewhat absent-minded. He still vividly remembered this mountain range and the "Venom-Suppressing Pavilion" on it. In the past, he had even accompanied his uncle there to capture a wolf demon. Now it must have turned into ruins...
"Xuanling..."
