Kunlun Mountain Range, stretching for miles, Qin Liuxi and a few others followed the compass soul pointer over several mountain peaks, finally standing on a hilltop, looking down to see a Bixi River formed by melted snow and ice. Not far from the river lies a mountainous grassland, and on the shady slopes, a small patch of lush spruce trees.
"Is this the Qingping Sect ruins?" Little Ginseng said: "Impossible, such a grand sect doesn't even have a few mountain peaks?"
Fei Chai sniffed and said, "What do you know? Back when our ancestors founded the sect, there were seven or eight mountain peaks, each with a Great Elder living on it, whether they were involved in Artifact Refining, Alchemy, or talismanic practices, we had someone. But later on, the spiritual energy became scarce, cultivation regressed, and although disciples were recruited, none had particularly good aptitude, leading to the decline."
"Just like you?" Little Ginseng showed a look of having seen through things.
