"This is the Dan Ding Sect Ruins?"
Standing beside Wang Li Yuan, Yun Yan Tian gazed at the jagged peaks piercing the heavens like swords. Curiosity glimmered in his eyes.
"Indeed," Wang Li Yuan replied with a faint smile.
"Why do all these rogue cultivators and noble heirs linger outside?"
Sweeping his gaze around, Yun Yan Tian noticed figures scattered across the surrounding hills—among them were scions of the Three Great Clans, heirs of the Six Noble Families, and countless rogue cultivators from across Yue Kingdom.
"Ah, Brother Yan Tian, you may not know," Wang Li Yuan began, his tone calm and measured. "The outer region of the ruins is still protected by an ancient formation left behind by the Dan Ding Sect.
For people like us, breaching the formation before it dissipates naturally is impossible. We have to wait until the morning sun fully illuminates the peaks, dispersing the mountain mist. Only then will the formation deactivate."