No wonder that even now, various sects still keep their mountain gates in famous mountains and rivers; the environment here is indeed more suitable for cultivators.
"That's where the Soul Control Sect is located. Let's wait for Chen Weiguo here."
Zhang Qidao pointed to the majestic snow-capped peaks not far away, his expression becoming solemn.
He wasn't worried about himself, but rather about the possibility of Chu Mo getting into trouble if he didn't take good care of him.
This is, after all, causing trouble on someone else's turf, so there are some things we have to be wary of.
Looking around, Chu Mo saw that the mountain peak was only a little over a thousand meters high, but it was covered in snow and had a majestic presence.
Chu Mo continued walking, his expression calm and composed.
"Old Zhang, it's windy outside, let's go up the mountain to wait."
He is now at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, so don't even mention the ancient town of Nan.
Even when facing a high-level Foundation Establishment stage Ghost Daoist, he was confident he could handle it.
If all else fails, there's always the Spirit Slayer Sword.
Seeing that he was determined to do so, Zhang Qidao had no choice but to follow.
As for the other two, they already understood the purpose of this trip, and their expressions became cautious yet resolute.
Deep down, however, he felt immense admiration for Chu Mo's spirit.
This is one of the six ancient sects, with a Foundation Establishment expert ranked fourth on the Heavenly Ranking presiding over it.
Regardless of whether the trip achieves its purpose, their courage alone is enough to impress them.
The group arrived at the foot of the mountain.
An ancient stone gatehouse stands quietly before a winding stone staircase.
Above the gate tower, the three ancient characters "Yu Hun Zong" are prominently carved.
There is also a wooden house next to it.
"Who are you? If you have nothing to do, leave now. Outsiders are not allowed in here."
An impatient voice came coldly from the wooden house next door.
At the same time, a young man strode out from inside, looking displeased.
"Yan Zhongqiao, come out and face your death!"
Chu Mo roared, and his voice carried for miles.
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