Chapter 351: Golden Summit of Emei, The Gathering Storm

The air on Mount Emei was heavy, thick with a mist that clung to the ancient pines like a shroud. It was an unnatural stillness, a silence that wasn't peaceful but pregnant with menace. The usual chorus of birds and insects had fallen quiet, as if the mountain itself was holding its breath in anticipation of the storm to come. Bowen Gellar stood at the foot of the stone steps that wound their way up the sacred mountain. The path, usually bustling with pilgrims and tourists, was eerily deserted....