The Yunduan Mountain Range soared into the sky, piercing the white clouds. Some peaks were lush and green at their base, while their summits were crowned with snow, presenting two marvelous sights.
Broken Mountain was located in the central region of the mountain range. Numerous flickering silhouettes could be seen as young cultivators continuously descended. The outstanding young cultivators of Quzhou were gathering here in increasing numbers.
Situ Feng's expression was cold; his tall figure stood outside the crowd, radiating a conceited air. He fixed his gaze on Ye Fan and said, "This joke isn't very amusing."
Ye Fan was only a few yards away from him and stood calmly. His joints shifted and crackled, and he quickly regained his true appearance.
"It really is you!" Situ Feng was somewhat surprised but soon sneered, "You actually dare to come here? Quite bold indeed."
