A steep mountain peak appeared before Wang Chen and Yin Sulan.
The peak rose a thousand blades high, its summit enveloped in clouds and fog, concealing its true face, while cypresses towered and proud pines stood erect, like a pillar holding up the sky, standing defiantly amidst the rolling mountains.
What blocked the two's path was a near-vertical rock face, as if someone had sheared off a slice of this mountain with a sword to create such a smooth cliff.
However, after thousands of years of weathering, the rock face was pitted and overgrown with weeds.
While this mountain peak was somewhat peculiar, it wasn't particularly outstanding in the vast expanse of Tai Wu.
Wang Chen halted his exploratory steps, staring at the cliff ahead.
Yin Sulan was sharp, "Here?"
Although the Talisman Money she carried showed no reaction, she had an instinctive trust in Wang Chen.
Wang Chen nodded, "It should be here."
