The torrent of thousands of swords hadn't been launched yet, the petals floating down from the peak had disappeared, and Xin Mengrou's voice came: "Enough, the plants here in the Taimiao Sect are not for you to waste like this."
If they continued to clash, regardless of the outcome, the mountain stones and vegetation on the peak would probably disappear and leave a barren mountaintop.
Left with no choice, Xu Yan, who had been about to transform everything into swords, had to stop.
Two charming figures descended from the peak.
"Young Master Xu!"
"Young Master Xu!"
Xu Yan nodded, these were the genuine Miss Du and Miss Yun.
"Wait a moment while I take a look up there."
Xu Yan did not abandon his intention to ascend to the peak.
"Young Master Xu, I fear it would be best not to. Ancestor Grandma doesn't see outsiders."
Fearing that she might upset Ancestor Grandma, Du Yuying gently tried to persuade him.
"Indeed, Young Master Xu, it's best not to disturb Ancestor Grandma."