the central region of the wuzu plain.
it was a basin.
In the middle of the plain, four tall peaks suddenly appeared, surrounding each other, forming a huge deep valley.
There was a thick fog all year round, and the humidity was extremely high. It enveloped the entire basin, to the point where one could not even see their own fingers.
He looked closer.
In the valley.
There were many buildings scattered all over the place. On the surface, there seemed to be no order to them, but in reality, they were built according to some kind of formation.
Four mountain peaks.
It was the westernmost one.
On the peak.
There was a Pavilion.
The words on the board were "Silver Eagle Pavilion."
"Elder Yingying, something has happened."
Shua!
It was a man in a black cloak. He ran up along the mountain road and stopped in front of the Silver Eagle Pavilion. He immediately knelt down and shouted.
