Continuing his trek up the mountain, Lu Chuan followed the mountain path, which was extremely rugged and uneven.
The surrounding environment remained perennially somber and gloomy, as if it were always overcast here.
The atmosphere was desolate, the air bitingly cold, instilling an inescapable sense of desolation in anyone who stayed here.
After continuing for a distance, Lu Chuan could see, from afar, a sect compound situated on a flat area nestled amongst the mountains.
Lu Chuan quickened his pace towards it, having thought that as he delved deeper into Heavenly Yin Mountain, the area would become desolate, devoid even of the sight of a passing silhouette.
However, here stood a sect, firmly established in this place.
Lu Chuan hurried along the mountain path and soon arrived at the entrance.
There were no guards standing at the entrance, so Lu Chuan could only raise his hand and knock on the door.
Knock, knock, knock~
