The night enveloped the Fulong Mountain Range like a ferocious beast that blotted out the sun and the sky.
The last ray of light on the horizon had completely vanished.
The entire camp was shrouded in the cloak of nightfall.
The campfires had been lit, and the Martial Artists were each performing their duties.
Ling Xiao had also rushed back from outside.
Regrettably, he had not found the Ancient Martial Artist's Cave Mansion. It seemed that Linglong Fairy had not lied; the cave mansion indeed only appeared after nightfall.
Not far away, the formerly flat ground began to slowly rise, forming a hill several dozen meters high.
Atop this hill, there was clearly a cave mansion, located halfway up the slope.
Traces of the ancient martial artist's aura seeped from within, and Ling Xiao was certain that it was, indeed, an ancient martial artist's cave mansion, and that there truly were treasures inside.
"Awooo~~"
From afar, a mournful howl of a wolf sent shivers down one's spine.
