Nie Shanshan, Yan Yaoyang, Li Wang, and the others followed Steward Cheng Yingsong's gesture, their gazes drawn to several magnificent peaks looming in the distance, partially veiled by a churning sea of clouds.
Those were the Inner Nine Peaks of the Celestial Treasure Upper Sect, the Martial Arts Holy Land that countless people dreamed of.
Cheng Yingsong noted the expressions on the young disciples' faces and said slowly, "Here in the Celestial Treasure Upper Sect, every brick and tile, every blade of grass and tree, is anything but ordinary. It is the culmination of generations of painstaking effort. I have toiled for half my life—a full thirty years of diligent service—just to get this far."
A shiver went through everyone present. The younger disciples, in particular, were filled with a complex mix of emotions.
