The next day, as morning light just broke and a veil of light mist lingered among the mountains, Limo, dressed in a simple, unadorned robe and stepping lightly on cloud-like paces, embarked alone on the winding mountain path leading to the Qingyang Sect. In his heart, there was both the trepidation of facing unknown challenges and an infinite yearning for the highest realms of martial arts.
The Qingyang Sect was concealed within a embrace of rolling mountains. Its mountain gate was towering and ancient trees reached toward the heavens, as if it had breathed and shared a common destiny with heaven and earth since ancient times. Above the gate, the two characters "Qingyang" were carved in archaic seal script, with faint golden light shimmering through, exuding an unspeakable solemnity and sanctity.
"Limo has come specifically to pay a visit to the Qingyang Sect; I ask for an announcement to be made," Limo stood before the mountain gate, his voice clear and resonant, echoing through the valley.
Chapter 32