The eastern mountains of Jiětuō Dào rose like jagged teeth against the morning sky, their peaks shrouded in mist that never quite burned away even at noon. These were old mountains, their stone infused with centuries of accumulated Qi that made them ideal locations for cultivation sects and training grounds.
Zhào Fēnglei stood at the entrance of a newly manifested C-rank hunter gate, his lightning-scarred arms crackling with barely contained energy. At twenty-eight years old and Rank 3 cultivation, he was technically underqualified for solo C-rank clearance. Regulation required a full team of four Rank 3 cultivators or two Rank 4 for gates of this classification.
But regulations were written by people who had never watched a gate rupture and release its contents into a populated area.
