The Sun had just rose, shedding down bright light that reflected off Yunzhou's northern most mountain ranges.
Here lies one of the nine most prestigious Houses, the House of Wan Jian!
A man wearing a black robe stood calmly and admired the giant mountain peak before him. A different look of emotion flashed across his eyes.
The mountain range was kilometres tall and had a very magnificent demeanor. No matter how much the wind blew or rain poured, it remained unmoving. At the bottom of the mountain, stood a giant boulder. On it carved several gold characters that gave off a profound vibe.
The House of Wan Jian.
Legend had it that a few hundred thousand years ago, a giant mountain suddenly emerged from the ground and grew upwards through the cloud. It stood just like a sword. Then, a nomadic cultivator noticed the divinity of the place and made it his home.