"That is where you will be cultivating next."
Meng Qianyun suddenly pointed towards a distant snow mountain as he descended from tens of thousands of meters in the air, speaking to him.
Ji Jingqiu used his Qi Force to block the whistling wind high in the sky, barely managing to open his eyes and see clearly the distant snow mountain, which was at least several thousand meters tall, or possibly even ten thousand meters.
From afar, the snow mountain looked like a long sword thrust into the ground.
As he neared the snow mountain, he felt an enormous oppressive force, one that held no hostility, but was majestic and ancient, as if it had settled throughout countless years.
Is this the oppressive force left by Senior Meng?
Still so concentrated after thousands of years, it reminded Ji Jingqiu of meeting the elder ancestral master of the Mu Family not long ago, whose presence was completely unexposed, appearing to be just an old man with no strength to truss a chicken.
