Daimu led Xia Fei out of the tent and in the direction of the mountain. While this Tulon elder was blind, his steps were steady and nimble. The loose stones covering the mountain path were no hindrance to his journey. From this, one could conclude that he walked this path frequently.
At the foot of the mountain, Daimu stopped. "Venerable one, this mountain is actually a flying ship that our ancestors used to leave insectoid territory and come here. It's just that, with the passage of time, it's no longer possible to see the ship's original form."
Xia Fei was taken aback, and he stroked the black stone walls. The walls were coarse and did not have the heavy and cold sensation of metal, feeling more like stone.
"The entrance is here. Venerable one, follow me."
