Although the mountain path was steep, the old man moved as swiftly as if flying, showing no sign of exertion. Though young, Ye Wuji and Shěn Qīngxuě had to circulate their cultivation techniques with all their might just to barely keep up. Xiao Hei, on the other hand, was completely relaxed, sometimes walking ahead and sometimes lagging behind, as if it were merely out for a stroll.
After about half an hour, they finally reached the summit. Enshrouded in thick mists that severely limited visibility, a few quaint buildings could be vaguely glimpsed hidden amidst the clouds. Leading the three of them through the mist, the old man brought them before a grand hall situated at the very center.
This hall was not particularly large, but it was built entirely from a peculiar white stone that gleamed faintly in the sunlight, giving it a sacred and solemn aura. The doors were tightly shut, carved with intricate runes and a giant Chaos Lotus.
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