A crowd was gathering at the foot of Celestial Justice Peak, and from time to time, more Cultivators would arrive riding Spirit Beasts.
By the time Bai Mo had eaten and drunk his fill, the crowd of Cultivators had surrounded Celestial Justice Peak as if on a pilgrimage.
"Make way, move it!"
Wei Xianxing led Bai Mo, struggling to push through the flow of people.
A disciple, thinking they were cutting in line, glared at them, only to be met by Wei Xianxing's even more domineering gaze.
Sensing the overwhelming battle-lust and Evil Qi emanating from him, the disciple's expression changed several times before he took a few steps back.
"Please, Brother."
As they left the crowd and started up the mountain, Bai Mo glanced back.
The Cultivators in the front rows were mostly dressed in brocade robes, their eyes closed in calm meditation, looking perfectly at ease.
Wei Xianxing continued up the mountain, the corner of his eye following Bai Mo's gaze.
