Endless mountain ranges stretched out, vast and boundless.
In an open clearing deep in the mountains, a sizable camp had been set up, home to over five hundred people. It resembled a mountain village in every way.
To the east of the camp, after crossing a small peak, was the outpost. Here, Lu Xuanying stood guard alone.
There were sixty-three priests in total. Gu Yu and she were in the Emergence Stage, Long Yunfeng and seven others were at the Concentrate Stage, while the rest were merely in the Qi Gathering Phase—weaklings, through and through. Sending Cao Huazhang's men for security was futile, which meant it had to be Lu Xuanying holding the fort.
Since they fled into the deep mountains, almost a year had passed. They had lost all contact with the outside world and only heard bits of news from the occasional compatriots who managed to escape here. And with each new batch of arrivals, the news grew worse—Zhenyang was on the verge of ruin!
