Li Xuanfeng flew leisurely along the ancient Lidao all through the night and finally arrived at Guanyun Peak, where the Xiao Family's Guanyun Peak was shrouded in clouds and mist. The pale white fog tightly concealed the trees and passersby.
Li Xuanfeng lowered his altitude, and as soon as he approached the space between the mountains, a repelling force came from below, and someone shouted:
"Brother! You must not ride the winds on Guanyun Peak!"
Li Xuanfeng quickly landed at the foot of the mountain and saw a young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old, smiling at him. The youth, dressed in a flowing long robe, appeared ethereal and detached, with outstanding features. He clasped his fists and asked:
"May I ask which son of the Western families you are?"
"I dare not claim to be."
Li Xuanfeng waved his hands dismissively, seeing the person so courteous, and replied:
"I'm Li Xuanfeng from the Lijing Li Family! Here to pay the tribute."
"Lijing Li Family?"
