The Lingyue Sect's main gate was built into the mountainside. The silhouettes of its gray-blue halls were faintly visible amidst the clouds and mist, wreathed in the faint halo of Spiritual Qi. It truly had the bearing of an immortal sect.
The large characters above the main gate exuded a powerful and intimidating aura, discouraging any disrespect from those who viewed them from afar.
Jiang Man looked at the gate and compared it to the Wuyun Sect.
He found they were only similar in form.
In all other aspects, there was naturally no comparison.
But this was, after all, a Sect established by ascetic cultivators who had fallen behind the times. A lack of resources was to be expected.
To have achieved this much was already extraordinary.
As Jiang Man drew closer with the crowd, he saw many people heading into the gate.
Most were middle-aged men leading a few children.
But there were also some fourteen- or fifteen-year-olds mixed in.
