Thirty miles from the ferry crossing lay Cui Feng Mountain.
The mountain peaks were withered and yellow, leaving only the lush green vines that climbed over the entire mountain top. Where the Green Vine took root, the vegetation withered, the soil turned to sand, and the rocks decayed.
A man and two women walked up the mountain path. The vines that spread across the trail receded, and a thread of Divine Thought came forth.
"Fellow Daoists have traveled from afar. I apologize for not greeting you sooner. Please, come up the mountain for a meeting."
Instantly, the vines on both sides bloomed with resplendent flowers. The huge pistils resembled kneeling maids; their fragrance could carry ten miles, and ordinary creatures that caught the scent would drop dead on the spot.
Within thirty miles of Cui Feng Mountain, not a living creature remained, not even a single fly.
If Gu Wen and Ao Tang were here, the latter would undoubtedly seize the opportunity to educate.