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According to the geographical conditions of the Ozu Continent, five hundred miles was not considered far. Ma Lin had often traveled more than a thousand miles on his journeys.
He was still traveling on foot, having used a spell, so his speed was extremely fast. Setting out in the morning, he arrived at the destination around three in the afternoon, not tired in the least.
There were no other demonic races living nearby, which made it impossible for him to discern where the White Moon Palace was.
He climbed to the top of the highest mountain peak and looked around, seeing that the top of a peak in the southeast direction had a very large stone carving, resembling a building, with the eyes of the sculpture looking like windows.
The sculpture was shaped like a wolf.
Then the task prompt arrived. He saw the sculpture emitting red light, telling him that this was his destination.
So he ran over like a wisp of smoke.
