"Start searching from here as the center,"
Song Yin's eyes sparkled with divine light as he stared at a spot on the ground, instructing the two beside him while scanning the surroundings.
Despite his sharp Dharma Eye, he still couldn't discern anything amidst the vast, open wilderness nearby.
The other two were also looking around.
It didn't seem like there was an entrance nearby, and the dilapidated watchtower didn't seem to have one either.
They did not doubt their senior brother's words, but this place was indeed difficult to search for. The plain seemed vast, and if they were to search for an entrance from the ground up, who knew when they would find it.
Song Yin had also realized this and suddenly extended his hand, and from his sleeve flew out strands of Huang Feng, howling and racing across the plains. The wind clung to the ground as if searching, sweeping the grass and vibrating the soil, raising clouds of dust.
