In the golden glow of the sunset's afterglow, amidst the dense verdant greens of Bichao Mountain, vivid flags and dazzling red lanterns were hung, appearing exceptionally festive and lively. Lu Qian gazed into the distance, as if he had returned to the day of the sect's foundation celebration.
At the mountain's peak, the ten-zhang tall flags fluttered in the wind, the three large characters "Yunshan Sect" were shaking, as if impatiently calling and longing for the return of the wanderer.
A returning disciple asked dumbfoundedly, "Sect Leader, is this Bichao Mountain?"
Lu Qian nodded, "Yes, it's Bichao Mountain, we're home."
The Sky Ray gradually approached the mountain gate, its long and ethereal calls echoed through the vast peaks. In response, nine peals of bell rang out from Bichao Mountain, drifting in all directions.
