Gathering Spirit Peak, Gathering Spirit Peak.
The finest of the Holy Land of Shu Mountain.
Upon the towering giant peak, dense fog swirls and flows within the mountain cliffs.
As if a roaring flood, as if tens of thousands of horses galloping.
In the distance, the proud sun aligns with the flowing mist, warmly reddening half the sky.
Before the cliff edge, the simple-clad Sage Qingjue sits quietly on a stone bench.
On the exquisite stone table, a pot of tea whose temperature is unknown is placed.
In front of him, the cup is filled to seventy percent with tea.
Similarly for the one opposite.
He slightly squints his eyes, quietly awaiting a distinguished guest.
Approximately ten minutes later, ascending the Heaven Stairway, a figure appears.
It is none other than Xia Liu, hastening after Sage Qingjue.
When he arrived below Gathering Spirit Peak, he found that he couldn't perform Sword Flight.
His Divine Sense was also suppressed to a certain point.
