Pingwang county.
The mountains stretched out endlessly, their green peaks reminiscent of vast seas.
Nestled within their depths was an ancient city. Its walls, weathered by time, stood impressively tall, even dwarfing the city tower of Qingzhou City. Gazing upwards, they seemed as intimidating as a sheer mountain cliff. Crowds of people streamed toward this city, a testament to its significance.
Just outside its gates, Xiang Mingfeng, once known as a banished immortal, stood contemplatively. The marks of time and travel were evident on his face, and yet, a youthful vigor remained. He seemed different now — any trace of arrogance that once clung to him had vanished.
Beside him, an elderly man from the True Path Sect observed curiously and remarked, "You seem different. Did something happen during your travels?"