In the middle of the Long Forest River, the two sides of the Kuiling Gorge were filled with mountains and precipitous cliffs. The scenery was amazing.
The steep and continuous mountain peaks on both sides were hundreds of meters above the river, and the narrowest part of the river was only about a hundred meters.
The sun was setting in the west, and the setting sun was as red as blood.
The sunset filled the sky, and the sky turned into a burning sea of fire. On the river, the water rippled red.
On the shore, there was a flat rock. On it sat a young man in a purple brocade robe. His white eyebrows reached his temples.
It was Murong Qi.
As he breathed, a faint smoke lingered around his body. The grayish-white smoke condensed and did not dissipate, gradually enveloping his body.
