The mountain looks near, yet slow progress kills the horse.
Even though Imperial Court Mountain was now visible before them, Su Mo and his group still took two days to drive their carriage to the foot of the mountain.
Upon arrival, the bloody events encountered earlier on the road had completely subsided.
The gentle breeze and fine rain, no waves visible.
Everyone seemed as if they had never experienced those events.
Familiar faces would greet each other, while unfamiliar ones nodded lightly, showing friendliness.
The convoy slowly moved upwards, heading towards the Tianjing Sect.
The grand gate of Tianjing Sect stood open, with a group of disciples guarding the gate, silently watching the incoming visitors.
Visitors first presented their invitations, followed by a list of congratulatory gifts.
A disciple of Tianjing Sect loudly read them out.
Thus, the procession moved quite slowly.
Su Mo followed beside the carriage, casting his gaze around.
