C144 Conclave of Immortals

It was early in the morning, and the sun was rising in the east. The golden sunlight shined on the land, enveloping the entire Gu He Mountain in a layer of red light.

The people of Cloud Maple Sect had long woken up, they were all in high spirits, carrying a bit of excitement and anxiety as they gathered in the center of the courtyard.

Yun Yuan's gaze swept across the four disciples one by one