On the Qingfeng Mountain, cloud and mist never faded. There was a simple and spacious hall at the peak of the mountain. Around one hundred cultivators dressed in blue robes stood in the hall, adding a bit of divine atmosphere to this otherwise empty space.
Meng Qi stood quietly behind the other cultivators. She was wearing the same blue robe as the others, and a dark blue belt circled her slender waist. Her long, black hair was bundled behind her head, clumsily held up by an old-fashioned hairpin. Her fair face was plain and bare without any makeup. Except for a touch of medicinal scent, there was no other fragrance on her body.