Speaking,
Jiang He gently placed her hand on one corner of the long table, injecting a slight trace of Origin Qi, and instantly, wisps of mist covered the mountain's phantom shadow. She continued at a leisurely pace:
"There is a mountain in Hongnong, named Tianyuan, enveloped by mist all year round, where immortals are often seen. Over time, the common folk call it Immortal Mist. This mist is not naturally formed but is one of the Mountain Protection Arrays of the Sword Sect..."
"Are you saying the Sword Sect has a formation stretching for thousands of miles?" Zong Qingsheng interrupted directly, rubbing his graying beard, and instinctively pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, his eyes fixed on the fog array in front of him: "The scale is somewhat too large."
Jiang He glanced at this coarse martial artist and countered:
