The thirty-six peaks of the Xuandao Sect's outer sect.
Aside from a few collateral branches that had sealed off their mountains, Shui Ziming simply took Bai Mo on a tour of them all.
With the exception of Pill Peak, the disciples of the other peaks were either arrogant or aloof and easygoing, but none were as caustic as those from Pill Peak.
Each lineage's peak had its own distinct character.
Elegant, majestic, peculiar, and perilous—peaks of all kinds were a common sight.
Some were even covered by immense formations that blanketed the entire mountain, shimmering with a myriad of colors and utterly impenetrable.
"Heh, Brother Shui, Junior Brother Bai. This isn't a day when we open our gates to new disciples, so it's not easy for outsiders to enter the mountain."
"Please forgive the simple reception."
The gentle and refined Cultivator, a smile on his face, led Bai Mo and his companion to a pavilion on the mountainside.
