"Fellow Daoist, please ascend the mountain for a conversation!"
A gentle voice echoed.
Gu Zhan slightly squinted his eyes, raised his hand to stop Sword One and Kou Baimen, then lightly tapped the ground with his foot, flew away with his hands behind his back, and instantly disappeared from sight like a black dot.
In the next moment,
Gu Zhan appeared on the summit of Sword King Mountain.
Sword King Mountain was very tall. Even in the midst of summer, the summit remained bone-chillingly cold.
Gu Zhan emerged from the clouds, rapidly descended, with his robe fluttering and his long hair dancing in the wind, he gently floated down and landed on an open space on the mountain top.
At that moment, there stood three elderly men with an immortal-like demeanor on the mountaintop.
