C1009 I Killed Two Young Masters

From that day forward, a thick haze enveloped Blue River Mountain. The swirling mists conjured a tapestry of magical vistas—overlapping mountains and rivers, elegant pavilions, and a vast sea of fog. The robust mountain winds failed to disperse the mirage crafted by Ye Xiangyang.

Blue River Mountain was fortified by a great formation, laid by those appointed by Ye Xiangyang, Liangqiu Bomu