In days past, both the banks of the river and Lion Peak itself were utterly deserted.
But on this day, figures streaked through the sky from every direction—north, south, east, and west—descending upon Lion Peak and the surrounding mountaintops.
"Patriarch Zheng, I didn't expect you to come in person."
Boshan Dongming's towering figure, like a small mountain, stood poised in the air. With his hands clasped behind his back, he offered a respectful salute across the distance to Zheng Jiuyang, who was positioned to the north.
"Haha, and isn't the Patriarch of the Boshan Family here as well?" Zheng Jiuyang returned the salute with a laugh. "If we were to miss a duel this rare, one seen only once in a millennium, who knows how long we'd have to wait for the next."
"Indeed," Yang Yidong chimed in, walking through the air toward them step by step. "I wonder what could have driven Gu King and Zhong to this extreme."
