Time passed bit by bit, the bright sun hung in the sky, and the gentle breeze gradually transformed the scene into one of beautiful sunset, though nearing dusk.
In Cangwu City, at this moment, Luan Yue and others stood by the inn's window, gazing in the direction of Yunlan Mountain. Beside them, a shop assistant who seemed no more than seventeen or eighteen was gesticulating animatedly, speaking not of idle gossip from the streets, but about matters concerning the Immortal Sect. When his enthusiasm was high, he frequently glanced at Luan Yue and the others, seemingly hoping for their applause.
Starting from the initial decline of the Immortal Sect to its current glory...
Of course, these were things Luan Yue had requested him to speak about.
Yet the information obtained was quite perplexing, prompting Luan Yue to turn back and seriously inquire, "You've never mentioned that the Sect Leader of the Immortal Sect is skilled in Spiritual Cuisine?"
