“Pot Mountain. What is the story behind this mountain?” asked the white-robed elder as he hovered up in the sky, looking down at the Pot Mountain beneath him.

“There should be no story behind it. It is just an ordinary mountain.” The black-robed elder shook his head. Utilizing their soul powers, they had long since searched through Pot Mountain in detail. And yet, they were still incapable of finding anything special about the place.

“Should we dig into the mountain? Maybe there is another dimension inside this mountain,” the white-robed elder suggested.

“We should wait a while longer. Let’s do this. I will contact the sect and ask our sect’s seniors to divine it out again,” the black-robed elder said.

“Looks like we can only do that. Let’s wait for a few more days, then. Within the Northern Plains, no one can offend our Nine Firmaments Palace and get away with it,” the white-robed elder said.

“By the way, even now, it seems Extreme Celestial Sect has not responded at all. I wonder, what will the Sect Master of Extreme Celestial Sect do after he emerges from his cultivation retreat?” the black-robed elder said.

“Humph! Would Extreme Celestial Sect dare offend our Nine Firmaments Palace? If Extreme Celestial Sect does not give us a reasonable explanation for the incident, he he, we can just start a war with them....