At the foot of Beiliang Mountain, dozens of carriages had already arrived.
Leading them was Prince Zhen Nan, Xu Kun.
Today, he had deliberately donned military attire, standing there with an imposing aura.
Behind him followed a group of young people, each brimming with vigor.
As for the several others, they were all experts who had come to lend their support.
They had brought their most outstanding disciples with them.
Lin Fan and Zhao Jiaqi mingled in the crowd.
"You have arrived."
Xu Zhi Rou quickly found the two of them seated in a carriage at the end of the procession and ran over, elated.
"Yes, but this invitation seems a bit odd, doesn't it? I just checked online—Qingxu Temple is quite a distance away from here, along a lengthy mountain road. Why are we waiting here?"
Zhao Jiaqi blinked her large eyes, completely clueless about what her grandfather and the others were planning.
