In the wind and rain.
A horse-drawn carriage slowly approached along the mountain path, flanked front and back by teams of staff-wielding cultivators riding Spiritual Beasts. In the center stood a large, gilded banner emblazoned with the character "Yu," signifying the convoy's owner.
Though it seemed imposing, a closer look revealed an air of decline and decay.
The cultivators' cultivation levels and ages varied, and they lacked the imposing presence a major power ought to possess. The Spiritual Beasts they rode were of several different kinds—many were even simple beasts of burden, clearly scraped together just to make up the numbers.
If not for the two Foundation Establishment Cultivators leading the way, they would likely be mocked for putting on a brave front they couldn't back up.
Inside the distinctly antiquated carriage, Lü Zhong and Yu Feng'Er sat facing each other.
