Somewhere in the forest-
Smoke came out of Mao Xia's body as he kept on cultivating and after some time, he opened his eyes ending his cultivation.
"I can't believe that the stories we used to hear as a kid are all true
An Era where gods and demons used to visit our mortal world and people were blessed by the gods.
An Era where even though there was no cultivator, yet people held the strength to even destroy mountains and challenge gods and demons.
But now, they all are nothing more than a history." Mao Xia said as he stood up
His servants came to his side and put a robe on him.
Hundreds of crows are sitting on trees and even more, than hundreds of servants are around the whole forest guarding the place where they have set their camp temporarily.
Every servant that is present here, all of them have no face.
