With Tan Xiao's guidance, they had unobstructed access through the Danyang Mountain Gate.
"This carving, this architecture, this corridor... it's a pity, too much gentleness, not enough strength, a bit too petty..."
All the way, Hou Peirong prattled nonstop, his eyes filled with envy, his mouth full of criticism. It wasn't that he was narrow-minded, but rather that compared to the urban layout of cities mixed with mortals, the Mountain Gate model was far more sophisticated.
He had experienced several Daoist power cores—Yujing, Divine City, Jianye... none had stunned him as much as Danyang Mountain had.
Truly, the Cultivation World should be separated from mortals to avoid disturbing each other's lives to the greatest extent. Bridges to bridges, roads to roads, men to governance, women to households...
