"Isn't Broken Blade Mountain just a transformation of your fragments?" An Jing praised: "Essentially, it's a rebirth from your own fragments. You're really something!"
"You're really something!" the Sword Spirit immediately became happy.
An Jing marked the silver squirrel and the Ore Gathering Tree, planning to personally retrieve them later to avenge the drones.
Thereafter, An Jing continued to operate the drone, heading deeper into the area.
The closer it got to the depths of Broken Blade Mountain, the denser the trees became, and the animal trails in the forest gradually converged into one, like a myriad of streams merging into the ocean.
Racing down this path, after the drone felt that the animal trail had narrowed to its limit, it suddenly emerged into a clearing—it had exited the groves and arrived at the core circle of Broken Blade Mountain, at the foot of numerous peaks.
