As Zhang Yan pondered, the cultivators of Zhongtai had already arrived at the foot of Mianxing Mountain. At this time, Sect Leader Qiao issued a decree, ordering everyone to slow down and not rush into the mountain recklessly.
Although there were many cultivators here and Xuanyue would not dare to launch a secret attack, creating little troubles to embarrass the Zhongtai cultivators would be quite easy.
Everyone stirred their spirits, driving the flying boat carefully and proceeding slowly. After a short period, they entered the mountain terrain.
As Zhang Yan entered, he sensed something amiss. He looked up and observed that the celestial phenomenon around him suddenly changed.
Just a moment ago, it was a clear blue sky with a gentle breeze, but suddenly, a strong wind swept like a river, raising huge waves and sweeping through the heavenly clouds.
The next moment, melancholic winds were rustling with chilling dew congealing into beads, and fallen leaves flying everywhere.
