The autumn sky is high and the fierce wind whistles.
In a certain place in Wangqing Prefecture, there lies a vast ancient maple forest.
The entire maple forest stretches over ten miles, resembling a fiery red lake.
Indeed, under the flying vibrant red maple leaves, it seems as if countless flames are dancing in the air.
At this moment, Ye Jingcheng stands quietly amidst the maple forest, allowing the leaves to fall around him, on his shoulders, even on the tips of his hair.
If it were an ordinary time, Ye Jingcheng might still have the mind to appreciate it carefully.
But now, he is waiting for Prince Wang, Mansion Master Xiao, and other cultivators who are covering for him.
Before long, as a spiritual ship lands before the ancient maple forest.
Prince Wang and Mansion Master Xiao dismount gracefully.
"I said, Qianchen Daoist has long discovered us!" Prince Wang chuckled, his hearty voice resonating throughout the forest.
