In the small mountain forest path, Lu Ran walked alone with his hands in his pockets, looking up at the clusters of white clouds.
This was only his second day at Luoxian Mountain, and he had already taken a liking to the place.
The clear sky, the gentle breeze.
And a group of enthusiastic tribespeople.
"Sigh~"
A gentle breeze caressed, tousling his clothes.
Lu Ran suddenly stopped, facing a fork in the road.
Senior Sister Cheng had said this path led to the cliff, where there was a pavilion?
Lu Ran thought for a moment, then headed down the fork.
Some minutes later, Lu Ran indeed came upon a cliff, and in front of it, a pavilion.
"Luoxian Pavilion."
Lu Ran read the three characters, dancing like dragons and phoenixes on the plaque.
In the rear mountain of the temple, he had seen a series of buildings, all carrying the "immortal" element, but none dared to use the name "fallen immortal."