Northwest.
Mount Kunwu.
Upon reaching the summit, all other mountains seem small.
At this moment on the top of Mount Kunwu, Liang Sheng looked at the fairyland-like scenery before him, immediately thought of this poem, and couldn't help but let out a long, passionate cry.
In an instant, the forest trembled, and the wild animals in the forest were frightened and fled in panic. For a short while, the entire forest was thrown into chaos.
After his cry, Liang Sheng's gloom of more than a month was dispelled. He had followed the Kunwu mountain range for a month without finding any abnormalities.
It seems that the records in the unofficial history books were really fabricated, and he came here for nothing. However, the beautiful scenery before him did bring him some consolation.
