As the sky was just beginning to lighten, the disciples of the Water Mirror Department gathered in the center of the training grounds. They carried travel packs on their backs and held ox-tendon cudgels in their hands.
Elder Water Mirror took a headcount, confirmed everyone was present, and then led the group down the mountain, heading deep into Yanxing Mountain.
The Yanyun Mountain Range undulated endlessly. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but towering mountains and steep ridges.
Elder Water Mirror ran at the front of the group. His entire body seemed to be enveloped in a formless aura. With just a light tap of his feet, he would glide several dozen feet forward, looking elegant and completely at ease.
Zhao Lin couldn't help but marvel. 'The speed I was so proud of is nothing but child's play compared to a Primordial Realm martial artist.'
"Elder, can you… tell us which mountain the Autumn Harvest is on now?"
