Baijian Heights is nestled among the mountains and waters, with streams flowing down from high peaks and lush forests all around.
A pathway made of smooth white pebbles spiraled upwards, leading to the pinnacle of the mountain where the main hall stood.
Elders Yun Zhiming and Lei Geming of the Blue Hall Sect, accompanied by ten disciples, trod steadily along the pebble-paved path, heading towards the main hall.
Zhu Youji stood behind the two elders, quietly observing the surroundings. His formidable spiritual sense extended invisibly, his eyes flickering with the technique of celestial observation.
Various hues of qi roamed and surged, displaying a spectacular array of colors. Yet, this wondrous sight was perceivable only to Zhu Youji.
Though the various colors of qi seemed faint, like wisps of smoke, there were three predominant strands of orange-colored qi soaring into the sky, commanding attention like three divine needles of the sea, amidst the myriad hues.