Taiyuan Mountain Range.
Aaron, dressed as a hunter, mingles among the bushes, quietly observing the not-too-distant valley and its magical fog.
For some time, he has disguised himself as a hunter, blending in with the mountain people, watching the valley.
By now, he has come to some conclusions.
'It seems not to be any power or sect...ordinary people can't see it, but I can still see it clearly... Occasionally a few cultivators pass by, their clothes aren't uniform...'
'There's a lot of movement... You can see the magical lights of magical items from time to time...'
'Maybe... this is a gathering place for Loose Cultivators or a market-like place?'
'Although it's easy to hide one's identity, it should be relatively dangerous, right? Like the presence of robber cultivators?'
Aaron silently assesses his own strength.
