The mountain peak was ground down, flattened, and reshaped.
Then it clustered into a new high mountain. Lu Yuque stared blankly, unable to distinguish reality from illusion, and couldn't recall when she had fallen asleep.
Moments later, a cold wind blew, and the noise beside her finally reached her ears. She looked around, and Shi Qing stood not far away, also staring absentmindedly in that direction.
The tiny particles scattered, some hidden among the mountains, some drifting into the air, faintly revealing tiny forms... seemingly sprouting two wings.
Here were all disciples of Lanzhu Pond and Weifeng Pond. Clearly, when everyone arrived here, they were unaware of what would happen within the sect.
