Qi Tian stood before Mount Qinglu with his hands behind his back, staring pensively at the ward sealing the mountain.
As he pondered, a sudden commotion erupted from Mount Qingyun next door. The noise rolled like a tide, as though hundreds, perhaps thousands, of people had gathered there.
He extended his divine sense slightly, spreading it toward the neighboring peak like a veil of gauze.
The mountain path was filled with Qi Condensation cultivators. They hurried upward in groups of three or five, their footsteps brisk as they made their way along the winding stone steps.
Qi Tian pondered for a moment, already forming a plan in his mind. He turned and headed toward Mount Qingyun.
When he reached the foot of the mountain, he saw several young men dressed in blue robes hurrying up the mountain path, their faces anxious.
"Hurry! At this rate, we'll be too late!"
