The four mountain-guarding elders stood at the four cardinal points of the main peak of the Holy Mountain. With hands forming seals, they channeled their Immortal Spiritual Energy, demonic energy, and demon-beast energy into the defensive arrays of the mountain. Once all two hundred people had entered, they closed the entrance, and the Holy Mountain fell into silence once more. The four then descended to an inconspicuous little peak within the Gui Xu Holy Mountain range, where a thatched cottage resembling a secluded paradise sat halfway up the slope. They sat down directly beneath a twisted tree in front of the house.
"It’s certainly much livelier this year than the last time the Holy Mountain opened," the only female elder among the four remarked.
"Indeed. There was even a cultivator from the outer realms on the list. Did you see her?" Old Drunkard had already unhooked his wine gourd, taking a blissful sip before joining the conversation. He felt that the female immortal looked somewhat familiar, though he couldn't quite place where he had seen her.
Chapter 1989