Chen Yu also didn't bother with these people and casually took some pieces of lamb from the pot to share with Jin Lingsu before heading directly towards the nearby mountain.
The architectural style of this place was far too similar to August Sacred Mountain; it seemed like it was recreated in the image of the holy mountain, only on a slightly smaller scale.
Chen Yu's lips curled into an odd smile—it looked like Ural already had his sights set on the Mountain Elder's position.
When the two of them reached the base of the mountain, they were stopped by several men who drew the weapons from their waists.
"Where do you think you're from, you rascals? Don't you know the rules here? You dare to approach the Sacred Mountain."
Chen Yu was taken aback. These men's ambitions knew no bounds; they straight-up called the place they were in Sacred Mountain. What did that make August Sacred Mountain?
