On Mount Everest.
Fourth year and first month of ShenYuan.
The cold wind was blowing in the snow-capped mountains, the rugged boulders were all covered with layers of white snow.
"They're not here yet," Vigilante A stood on an icy rock and looked into the distance.
Opposite Vigilante A stood a young man who smiled and replied, "Please be patient the Venerable One, they should be here soon."
"Gods are way prideful and egoistic compared to humans," the illusory image of an old man said.
"Mountain Lord, you ought to be careful when you speak. Not every God is as good-tempered as Bodhisattva and me," urged the young man with a smiley face.
"Well, the others might be afraid of all of you but I don't care," the old man took a glance at the crowd and said coldly.
"Your precognitive divination might be impressive, but it can't take into account all the future variables. You had better be cautious," Bodhisattva reminded.