In the depths of the Lingyi Sect, on a cliff platform, clouds and fog surged.
Jin Tianchan looked at Li Xuan, and seeing that the man in front of him was not a demon, his expression softened considerably. He asked, "Li Xuan, can you recount the scene of encountering an immortal at Red Flower Mountain to this old man?"
Li Xuan nodded, his eyes revealing a hint of reminiscence.
He was well prepared for this story.
Being a cautious person, even when weaving lies, he would make sure to craft the lie thoroughly from beginning to end.
Red Flower Mountain once housed a sect called the Flower Seal Sect. It was also a cultivator's sect. It opened its mountain gate once every ten years, hurriedly held a gathering, then closed the mountain for cultivation, without any involvement with mortals. He had long known this from Feng Mengrou.
The sudden disappearance of the Flower Seal Sect was a mystery.
