An hour later...
The wind whistled, swaying the trees around Qing Lake Mountain and causing waves of rustling pines.
A fifty thousand strong army completely surrounded Qing Lake Mountain, with countless infantry and cavalry blocking all essential routes up and down the mountain, leaving only a small path open at the rear.
Among the besieging army, only the entrance to the mountain road was visible.
A brand-new stele stood on the ground, slantingly inserted into the grass.
Written on it in red cinnabar were the words: Lakeside Mountain Sect.
A young girl, dressed in a Taoist robe, stood alone by the stele, quietly staring at the approaching, dense army.
She held a longsword in her hands, gently drawing it out.
The blade was engraved with dense, bizarre rune patterns, and the hilt's guard was inlaid with a glowing, oval green gem.
"The Divine Monarch commands, those who cross this sword, die."
The girl thrust the longsword into the ground by the stele.
