"Immortal Sect, here comes the old man!"
After a whisper, Situ Xiuneng accelerated his pace, gliding through the forest like riding the wind.
The rustling sound of the wind blowing through the treetops was constant in his ears.
In the forest, Situ Xiuneng tried to avoid hitting any branches, which was not difficult for someone of the Upper Realm of Mountain Suppression.
As the wind rustled the branches and leaves, Situ Xiuneng seized the opportunity to pass through, without touching a single leaf.
Time passed slowly, and Situ Xiuneng suddenly stopped, looking up at the mountain top.
Through the gaps between the leaves, he saw the majestic main hall of the Immortal Sect, estimating the distance to be only a hundred yards.
Retracting his gaze, Situ Xiuneng couldn't help but murmur, "This Yunlan Mountain didn't seem high, but this forest is unexpectedly deep."
After speaking, Situ Xiuneng slowed down his pace.
