To most cultivators in Lin'an Prefecture, the Sixth Mountain Lord's choice of Mountain Guardian was definitely a huge matter. Although most cultivators found it difficult to grasp this slim opportunity, at least such an opportunity was in front of them. It was equivalent to hope.
The spring cold brought by the spring rain spread at the foot of the mountain. There were many plants in the mountain, so the chill was even stronger. However, the atmosphere at the foot of the mountain was in full swing. The surging Qi Blood of the cultivators surged like a furnace rising, dispelling the cold spring.
The luxurious carriages were parked on the flat ground at the foot of the mountain one after another. The coachmen were wearing bamboo hats and straw raincoats. They sat neatly in the shafts of the carriages and did not dare to look around.