North, Gai Bamboo Mountain.
The Spirit Vein of this place was rich in wood Qi, bursting with vitality and the image of all creation flourishing. Riding their Flying Lights, Lü Yang and Perfected Yin Shan soon landed outside the mountain.
"The Saint Sect's previous order was for all the Cultivators of the North to gather here."
Rather than disturbing the Array on the mountain, Perfected Yin Shan took out a Fei Xin. He ignited it with his Mana and, with a gentle flick, sent it flying into the mountain as a streak of Spirit Light.
A moment later, a graceful figure emerged from the mountain.
The woman who appeared had alluring, expressive eyes and perfectly sculpted, powdered brows. Her skirt ended just below her hips, offering a tantalizing, half-hidden view. A pleasant, clean scent emanated from her.
"I, Huanxiang, a Cultivator of a subordinate sect, greet the Upper Truths of the Saint Sect."
