The Huangfeng Mountain Range stretches for hundreds of millions of miles, with peaks contending in beauty and ancient trees reaching the sky.
A team of cultivators from the Huang Family is patrolling, led by a medium-built man in yellow.
"This crisis, I fear our Huang Family won't be able to overcome it easily. The Tianyang Sect is backed by Golden Immortal cultivators, we can't afford to provoke them."
"At worst, we fight to the death. We've already relocated to the Huangfeng Mountain Range; are we to relocate to an even more resource-poor place?"
"Exactly, let's just fight Tianyang Sect."
The patrolling cultivators were discussing among themselves, their faces full of worry.
"Enough, speak less each, leave it to the ancestors to decide!"
The man in yellow instructed, a hint of worry in his eyes.
