Whatever sense of calm and power the lesser dragon crystals in his storage seemed to give Yang Qing wavered in their effect the closer he got to the peak of the mountain. He had to keep consciously touching the storage ring to silence the anxious and long-buried embittered emotions churning within him, going even to the extent of confirming its contents and counting those crystals several times over with his spiritual sense to confirm their number and presence, all so he could feel confident.
It didn't take long before he reached the peak, where he was greeted by a large five-storey pavilion, whose roof was littered in brown leaves that had dropped from the massive Harmonizing Rustle Beech Tree, whose canopy and height were several hundred meters above it. Its behemoth scale even formed a shadow over parts of the peak.
