Under the vast sky, majestic mountains stood tall, shrouded in mist, with each peak like a sentinel towering between heaven and earth, exuding an awe-inspiring presence.
In the central area, there were three peaks arranged in a triad.
In a side hall on a peak adorned with purple bamboo, known for its pleasant scenery, sat three individuals.
Duan Shuang and an elderly man with a lean build and dark skin sat above.
The elder, with a Mid-Stage Foundation Establishment cultivation, had thick, orderly brows that slightly arched, exuding an undeniable authority.
Seated below was a handsome young man dressed in a green robe, with a jade pendant hanging at his waist, resembling a suave gentleman.
"Fellow Daoist Duan, is there anyone more qualified to reside in Purple Bamboo Mountain?" the handsome young man softly inquired, yet his tone carried a strong confidence.
