The Qingxia sect has eighteen Green Mountains, each shrouded in mist, with cascading streams and waterfalls, creating a dreamy landscape.
At the foot of Green Peak, the stream babbles past, winding its way, while the vegetation flourishes, exuding a gentle green haze.
Ye Fan stood amidst the verdant mountains and waters, feeling the natural ambiance, showing no trace of tension while facing the ten formidable figures.
"Is it really you who wants me to move and open your sect here?" The Qingxia Sect Leader, with black hair and a flowing beard, his eyes flashing like lightning, looked about forty years old, his vitality extraordinarily vigorous, imposing like a Fire Furnace.
"That's right. I do intend to establish my sect here, as this place is both beautiful and in line with my desires." Ye Fan stood before the water pool, its surface shimmering, reflecting the tall figures in the water.
