"Yes!" After Zhou Qing saluted, he hurriedly walked into the village, mounted a fast horse, and rushed away into the distance.
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Inference Saint Mountain.
The mountain ranges stretch endlessly, with perilous peaks towering high.
Mist lingered between the mountains, Spiritual Qi was ethereal, and each green peak appeared and disappeared in the fog, like illusions and dreams.
In the distance, a figure rode the wind and swiftly landed towards the cluster of buildings at the foot of the mountain.
The figure landed in front of the courtyard, transforming into a young man dressed in luxurious azure robes, with a handsome appearance.
"Greetings, Young Master Shen Xiumu!"
The two sword-wielding cultivators at the courtyard entrance quickly saluted upon seeing the visitor.
Shen Xiumu nodded slightly and strode towards the courtyard.
As he approached the two, he paused and turned to ask, "Is the Patriarch inside?"
