On the same deep night, Immortal Zhenyuan was practicing in the great hall.
The gates of Wuzhuang Temple creaked open, and the disciples tiptoed in, heading towards their quarters.
"Stop." Immortal Zhenyuan opened his eyes and said, "What are you doing going out early and returning late every day?"
The disciples were startled.
"Forgive us, Master."
They quickly knelt before Immortal Zhenyuan and said, "We went to play in Huaguo Mountain."
It wasn't really because they loved to play, it's just that Huaguo Mountain was too much fun.
Immortal Zhenyuan snorted coldly, "I guessed as much."
He had long noticed that these disciples had been enchanted by Huaguo Mountain.
They were all pure cultivators, previously residing in Wuzhuang Temple with him, unfamiliar with somewhere as bustling as Huaguo Mountain, so their fascination was understandable.
