The summit of Golden Cliff is Mo Douguang's place of cultivation, so Chen Mobai landed midway up the mountain.
As soon as he set foot on the stone steps between the mountains, he listened to the howling mountain wind, faintly mixed with the clashing sound of metal, a unique sword sound formed by thousands of cultivators practicing swordsmanship on this fourth-rank Spirit Vein.
At this time, a divine sense as sharp as a sword surged from the mountaintop.
This was naturally Mo Douguang's; as soon as Chen Mobai arrived, he felt it.
"Junior Brother, please wait outside the door for a moment, I will finish my cultivation shortly."
Mo Douguang seemed to be circulating power to condense Sword Qi, and after saying this to Chen Mobai, he withdrew his divine sense.
Chen Mobai nodded lightly, then continued up to the summit.
