It was late that night as seven young people sat around the bonfire.
This place was located inside the mountain range, with high-rising cliffs on both sides, the sky looking like one narrow line. The snowy clouds that had disappeared for many days reappeared, blocking out all objects.
The starlight didn't come from the stars in the sky, but from Ying Qingmo's Star Pot.
The bell hung quietly in the distance, sensing the changes in both heaven and earth, and the bell could be rung at any minute.
Yao Songshan sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. His green sword had been called back, lying on his knee silently in recuperation.
The other six young people were also recuperating and cultivating, but they didn't forget looking at a rock about one hundred feet away once in a while.
Jing Jiu and Bai Zao were sitting on that rock.
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When they had entered the entrance to this mountain range, Jing Jiu asked them to halt their advance.