The mountain path was getting more and more difficult to walk on. Even with the magic horse's ability, its speed had slowed down. Zhao Hai jumped down from the magic horse, put away the magic horse, and galloped straight into the mountain.
Not long after Zhao Hai had left, a few people came to the place where he had just dismounted. There were seven people in this small group, and each of them carried a long sword on their back. The style of the long sword was nothing special, but the edge of the sword was made into a circle with a star engraved on it.
Among these people, there was one person with a particularly big nose. He stood there and sniffed, then said in a deep voice, " &Quot; he must have stopped here for a while. Because the mountain path was not easy to walk on, he put away his horse and walked into the mountain. &Quot;
