This time, the two did not linger. They employed their Light Body Skills, and Gu Yuexuan frowned at the sight of Xiao Buli's footwork, occasionally stopping to wait for him. Nonetheless, in less than ten minutes, Wangliang Mountain was already in sight.
In fact, Xiao Buli was not familiar with Wangliang Mountain, but the mountain before him was so peculiar that despite seeing it for the first time, he immediately perceived it as their destination for this trip.
Strictly speaking, this wasn't a single mountain, but rather a series of continuous hills. The vegetation was sparse, scattered like an old dog almost out of fur, and what little there was had a withered black hue. The ground was engulfed in shady, white mists—thick in some areas, thin in others, hovering over the barren mountain like a lingering haze.
Xiao Buli looked at the ominous atmosphere and thought to himself that it truly seemed like an inauspicious place.
