"So, this is the Wang Clan's territory?"
Several carriages came to a stop at the base of Yulin Mountain.
Yun Yunyang stepped off one of the carriages and gazed at the large estate nestled at the foot of the mountain.
The estate was vast and grand, with green-tiled roofs and rows of well-constructed houses and pavilions arranged in an orderly fashion. The architecture exuded an air of dignity and majesty.
Many Wang clan members, dressed in fine garments, moved through the estate. There were also squads of well-trained Wang clan soldiers stationed at the estate's gate.
Each soldier wore a cold, black battle armor and carried a sharp halberd. Their piercing gazes radiated an imposing aura, creating an atmosphere of tension.
Behind the massive estate, a winding stone path led up into the Yulin Mountain. It resembled a long, green dragon as it snaked its way up to the mountain's summit, connecting to a series of palace-like buildings shrouded in mist.
