Two days later.
A magnificent, enormous city lay like a giant beast in the wilderness, lying on the horizon.
Its size was a hundred times that of Lonely Boat City.
Within the city, ten towering mountains rose straight into the clouds like sharp swords.
That was the Green Cloud Sect.
The grand city at the foot of the mountains depended on the Green Cloud Sect for survival.
Surrounding the Green Cloud Sect were swirling clouds of spiritual energy and singing white birds, making it seem like a celestial haven.
Li Qingfeng rode on a flying bird, carrying them down to the foothills among the Nine Peaks.
This place was a grand plaza, bustling with disciples coming and going.
As the bird landed.
An Outer Sect disciple ran over to hold the bird, bowing respectfully: "Welcome back, Elder Li."
Li Qingfeng had no intention of getting off the bird.
He only waved to Jiang Fan: "I've brought you back to the sect, the rest is up to you."
"Go on."