Starry night.
The geese were flying south, marking the deep autumn season.
Hundreds of miles from the spiritual city of Linggui, lay the Blackwind Canyon.
The vast ochre earth was riddled with dry, hardened cracks, a sight of desolation.
Blackwind Canyon seemed like a scar upon the earth, quietly sprawled over the yellow plains, occasionally swept by the lonesome autumn wind, that screamed and howled as it whipped past the rock faces.
Within the deep recesses of the canyon, the walls of a fissure were pocked with irregular holes of varying sizes, resembling a honeycomb.
"Finally... I've finally escaped, fortunately I was prepared in advance, otherwise it wouldn't have been so easy this time."
"For this treasure, I, Long Que, almost lost my life."
"But it was all worth it."
A man with a resolute face and dark red complexion glanced greedily at a jade-colored armor in his hand, and after admiring it for a moment, he put it into his storage ring.
