As the rising sun gradually ascended, Gongsun Mian and four others arrived at Jurong Mountain aboard a flying boat. Gazing ahead, they saw the Baofeng Temple's grand hall perched atop the mountain peak, serene and tranquil. Before the temple, ancient trees stood densely, and the sounds of birds singing and flowing water from the forest rang clearly in their ears.
Chu Shaohong, noticing no signs of anyone below, glanced at Gongsun Mian and sneered, "Brother Gongsun, it seems that this Daoist Li doesn't regard us highly at all—or perhaps he's unaware of our visit. Why else would not even a single person come to greet us?"
This time, Gongsun Mian had invited these individuals with the intention of fostering goodwill with Zhang Yan.
In his view, having a few allies to mutually support one another during the Treasure Meeting was certainly preferable to fighting alone.
