Under the guidance of the refined middle-aged man, Fang Bai headed towards the rear mountain of Lingxu Palace.
The rear mountain was lush with greenery, streams gurgling, waterfalls cascading, all complementing each other in serene harmony. Various types of spiritual medicine adorned the landscape, while gentle spirit beasts and birds occasionally passed by, creating a tranquil scene.
To Fang Bai, this place was not only picturesque, like a paradise isolated from the world, but it also brimmed with spiritual energy, making it an ideal cultivation ground for martial artists.
"Junior Brother Fang, isn't the scenery of our Lingxu Palace quite nice?"
The refined middle-aged man walked beside Fang Bai, pointing out the surroundings with a smile, his tone carrying a hint of flattery.
The man's name was Zheng Hong. He was merely an ordinary disciple of the External Courtyard. Limited by his innate talents, he considered himself fortunate if he could eventually enter the Inner Court.
