The howling wind swept over the mountains clad in silver attire.
Between the precipitous ridges, a mysterious ancient city stood quietly, shrouded in solitude.
Several figures riding the wind through the sky stood still ahead, blocking the path of the flying boat carrying Li Muyang and his group.
This flying boat, which should have been en route to the Southern Hemisphere, had unexpectedly deviated off course and arrived in the north?
Li Muyang widened his eyes in disbelief as he looked towards the Third Miss by his side, only to see that she and Liu Lian'er were both shocked.
"Weren't we flying south? How did we end up in the north?"
The Third Miss was utterly startled, glancing at Li Muyang and then at Liu Lian'er. Her shock was not feigned.
