Da'an Dynasty, beneath Sky Blue Mountain.
Yang Zhenshan and Yu Qingyi walked along the streets of the small town, gazing at the verdant Sky Blue Mountain to the north.
After a hundred years, Sky Blue Mountain had undergone great changes. The sect that once resembled a mountain village had transformed into a grand and prestigious establishment, with magnificent pavilions and halls ranging from the mountainside to the peak, exuding an impressive aura.
Unfortunately, Yu Qingyi was somewhat disappointed as she looked at them; she only longed for the peaceful small sect of the past.
"Not going up to take a look?" Yang Zhenshan asked.
Yu Qingyi shook her head slightly, "No, all my senior uncles have passed away; no one would recognize me now!"
"Hehe, there are still a few people who recognize you!" Yang Zhenshan said with a smile.
