The gentle breeze blew, crisp and cool air filled the atmosphere.
From afar, the mountains seemed to be shrouded in mist, lending an ethereal, fairyland-like feel.
At dawn, the southern city gate was already wide open, and Bai Ziyue walked out at a leisurely pace, his heart spirit calm, carrying an air of vigor.
Soon, Ten-Mile Slope came into view.
From a distance, he saw several figures quietly waiting by a pavilion next to Ten-Mile Slope.
"Fellow Daoist Bai has arrived."
As Bai Ziyue approached, a greeting quickly sounded. It was Zhou Licheng, the organizer of this expedition.
Beside him stood the independent cultivator elder, Elder Wu, and the Pavilion Master of Celestial Fragrance Pavilion, Ji Fengniang.
"Seems like I'm neither too early nor late."
Bai Ziyue said, greeting Elder Wu and Ji Fengniang and the others one by one.
Yet, when he looked at Ji Fengniang, his gaze couldn't help but flicker slightly.
