The mist swirled, ancient pines stood tall and strong, East Xuan Mountain, a magnificent mountain gate stood like the entrance to a fairyland.
The mountain gate was built with simple green stones, the stone surfaces worn by time, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura. Above the arch, the three large characters "East Xuan Mountain" were simple yet elegant!
At this moment, amidst the noise, disciples wearing sky-blue tough clothes, wielding green swords, retreated in a semicircle from the mountain gate, their sword fingers pointing towards the thick fog at the foot of the gate's steps.
The next second, several groans of pain rang out, followed by several figures being flung up from the mist below, crashing into the disciples behind them, causing muffled grunts and the clanging of dropped swords.
