At the courtyard entrance, Shen Lang lay on a rocking chair, studying a massive blueprint and muttering words only he could understand.
The blueprint appeared to be made from some kind of Beast Hide and was large enough to cover most of his body.
On the table before him lay two enormous, dark purple scales, shimmering with an eerie light.
"Bad news, Junior Brother! Someone's fighting their way up the mountain!"
From a distance, a senior brother from Songdu Peak came sprinting over. He was already shouting at the top of his lungs before he even arrived.
Everyone nearby was stunned.
What a joke. Right now, everyone from the various peaks, regardless of whether they were in the Inner or Outer Sect, was desperate to curry favor with Songdu Peak.
Many people had gone to great lengths, even pulling strings with some of the sect's old-timers, just for the chance to exchange a few words with Shen Lang and Wang Dashu.
