A hundred miles away from Yuqing Mountain, there is a Spirit Snake Peak, one of the three vassals of the Yuqing Zhou Family.
A yellow-hued defensive array envelops Spirit Snake Peak, with a large expanse of buildings erected at the mountaintop. On the sect's square, thirty or forty Qi Cultivators gathered in small clusters, engaged in heated discussions. In the great hall behind the square, four individuals were seated, the atmosphere between them was peculiar.
Seated at the head was a middle-aged cultivator with a fair complexion. He leisurely leaned back in the principal seat, taking a sip from a teacup: "Sect Leader Zhao, Sect Leader Wang, Sect Leader Sun, what are you hesitating over? The Zhou Family's downfall is imminent, Yuqing Mountain is about to belong to our Chaosheng Sect. If you pledge your allegiance now and attach yourselves to the Royal Army, the timing couldn't be better."
