"Young Master, walk slowly," Fire Zhe shouted, then quickly followed with Li Qiye and the others.
About a quarter of an hour later, Wang Yufan arrived at a mountain. This mountain was called Li Shui Mountain, and on its peak was a very ancient sect. The plaque on the mountain gate clearly read the three characters: Li Shui Sect.
Wang Yufan felt a sense of melancholy looking at this scene, not expecting so much time to have passed, and that things had long since changed.
The two giant stone lions in front of the mountain gate had already been corroded beyond recognition by the passage of time.
"Creak, creak." The Li Shui Sect's gate was pushed open. This was because the Li Shui Sect disciples had already seen Fire Zhe and Li Qiye from the lookout, while Wang Yufan, who had arrived first, was ignored by them.
"Senior Brother Fire Zhe, you're back," two disciples in green robes, guarding the Li Shui Sect's gate, flew over and shouted.
