Yin Mountain Lake is located in a desolate mountain range on the edge of leaving the Yang membrane in the territory of Yuefu.
The area is shrouded in white fog all year long, and one can't see their own fingers when they stretch out their hands. Even the most seasoned fishermen are unwilling to come here to fish.
When Lin Xin and his party arrived at Yin Mountain Lake, it was already dusk.
Around them were desolate mountains with white fog swirling between, contouring into distant undulating ranges until they faded from sight.
Several horse-drawn carriages were arranged in a square formation, surrounded by several bonfires burning brightly.
Lin Xin stood beside a carriage, gazing out over the road ahead towards Yin Mountain Lake.
As far as the eye could see, everything was immersed in a monochrome world of white mist, devoid of any other color.
"Villa Master, won't you have something to eat?" Gongsun Li approached from behind and spoke in a low voice.
