The car horns outside the restaurant drowned out Long Que's voice.
This man with his hair silvered with age, for the first time, displayed a bewildered and profound emotion, as if dark clouds were gathering in his pupils, collapsing inadvertently, concealing a turbulent storm.
"What is the curse of Sacred Mountain?"
Lu Bu'er, with hands crossed, couldn't help but ask.
"I don't know the specifics, but anyone related to it never ends up well. The third-generation Sacred Monarch, Constantine, seemed to have obtained a great treasure in Sacred Mountain, but in his later years, he mysteriously went mad. After his death, many things happened in the new world. Order subtly began to crumble, and Medanzo the Grand Ecclesiarch suddenly decided to explore Sacred Mountain and never returned."
