To Yunqin’s north, in North Seat Province’s North Clear Mountains, there were several daoist temples between the sword-like cliffs.

Between the cliffs were dark pools and moving streams. The ferns by the side of the pools were like green waterfalls that poured down along the cracks of the mountain stone.

North Clear Mountain wasn’t tall, it didn’t have many historical sites of scenic spots, nor was there much local produce. However, it excelled in its peacefulness. The mountain forest experienced new rain, as well as swirling white mist, no human activity to be seen.

Ye Wangqing[1] walked out from the white mist. He walked up to the edge of the dark pool, and then respectfully greeted the elder who was fetching water to prepare some tea.

The elder was dressed in long black robes that were rather old-fashioned, his collar cuffs also already a bit worn, but washed extremely cleanly. He looked like he had already worn this for a long time, making it extremely soft and comfortable. However, when these robes entered the eyes of many elders in Central Continent City, it would definitely stir up huge waves.

It was because these old robes were the style of Green Luan Academy’s robes ten years before Yunqin was established. Back then, those seventeen Green Luan Academy cultivators who appeared with Principal Zhang wore precisely this type of cloth...