Nether Sun Country, White Cloud Mountain.
The grubby cat stared at the barren mountain peak, bare beyond the faint wisps of Heaven and Earth Qi, and dumbfoundedly asked Yang Zhen, "Kid, is this the place you claimed... birthed a super-duper genius?"
Yang Zhen looked even more confused than the cat, even rubbing his eyes in disbelief. But when he opened them again, the land remained barren.
"Damn it, this isn't right. When I left this place, it wasn't this barren. No, it's beyond barren, it's direly poor. Such sparse Heaven and Earth Qi... how is anyone supposed to cultivate?"
Too barren. Bare mountains, few trees, warped rocks, even the soil on the mountain reeked of poverty!
If Yang Zhen hadn't sensed the location of the Shangyuan Sect, and that there were even people living and cultivating there, he might have thought he had gone to the wrong place.
