"....this...." Zhao Jingtang still wanted to argue. But his Spirit Light suddenly trembled violently, faintly feeling as if it was trying to escape on its own. Frightened, he quickly shut his mouth, not daring to waste words.
Silence reigned on the journey.
About half an hour later.
A town engulfed in burning black smoke emerged and drew closer.
In the mountains beside this town, one could see a dense layering of Taoist-style buildings, sprawling from the mountainside all the way to the summit.
"We've arrived at Yunchong Mountain!" Zhao Jingtang reminded.
Yu Hong didn't say a word, just maneuvered Agrius to climb atop a giant tree and stood at a high vantage point to look out.
"Hmm??"
The scene at the foot of Yunchong Mountain seemed somewhat different from what he had imagined.
