At the foot of Hidden Spirit Mountain, the upper echelons of the Daoist Sect gathered, with only Elder Qi Shen Man still confining himself within the Purple Bamboo Forest.
They did not fly high to overlook the mountain and observe the whole view from above.
Because the entire mountain was equipped with a No-Fly Array, anyone below the Ninth Realm could only ascend on foot.
"Sect Leader, what's the situation here?" Elder Zhao Shuqi, who had slightly squinting eyes, was squinting so much now they were almost closed.
Xiang Yan raised his bald head, which resembled an egg, and gazed into the distance at the heights of Hidden Spirit Mountain.
"It doesn't seem too happy?" he said.
"That's more than just not happy; it seems to be having a full-blown tantrum," Great Elder Lu Pan said, his eyebrows knit tightly, the creases on his forehead deep as if carved by a knife.
"What is the reason?" Xiang Yan looked towards Nangong Yue.
