Holding the Lingyi Sect token, he transformed into a flying insect and darted into the mountain gate.
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Buzz buzz...
Buzz buzz buzz...
The flying insect familiar with the path ascended the lush peaks, circled around the outskirts of Purple Mist Peak, then gradually approached Sunrise Peak.
On Sunrise Peak, as the morning sun rose, an elderly man with white hair wore a stern and serious expression, staring at the lingering clouds rising and falling in the sunlight.
Dimly visible, white tides surged from all directions, making the place seem like a solitary island.
Jin Tianchan sighed lightly.
How could this scene not also reflect the current state of the Lingyi Sect?
Suddenly, a calm voice came from nearby.
"Why does Sect Leader Jin sigh?"
Jin Tianchan turned sharply, only to see a benevolent-looking monk standing behind him.
The mountain wind billowed, lifting the monk's tattered, casual robe, while his feet were bare, appearing utterly carefree and relaxed.
