It was now early October, a time of late autumn and early winter. The mountain vegetation had withered, leaving the landscape draped in shades of grey. The peaks were neither high nor steep, and there were no spectacular rock formations or seas of clouds to speak of.
The scenery was, at best, mediocre.
If this were truly a place of natural splendor, it would not be dominated by rogue cultivators; mid-sized sects would surely have claimed it long ago. After inspecting the site in person, Li Feng felt genuinely disappointed by Qinglong Mountain. The spiritual energy here was thin, and the terrain lacked majesty. Even if the Changsheng Sect were to relocate here entirely, they would likely be reduced to an obscure gathering of rogue cultivators, with little hope for significant development.
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