C914 If the Young Master Does Not like It He will Destroy the Wasteland

The mountain was towering as it pierced into the clouds.

An enormous mountain rose up from the ground, piercing straight into the clouds.

There were all sorts of pine trees and ancient cypresses growing on it. They were vigorous and meandering, as if they were dyed in jade.

Floating clouds and mist covered the mountain peak, making it look like a blessed spot