To gain more initiative, the next morning Jiang Shouzhong specifically went to the north slope of Cloudy Mountain to survey the location.
As the name suggested, the mountain peak was shrouded in mist all year round.
The north slope had only a narrow path that twisted and turned through the woods to the top of the mountain. The ancient trees on both sides of the path, enveloped in fog, looked particularly eerie, their branches like ghostly claws, making it a suitable place for hiding and assassination.
"What a good spot."
Jiang Shouzhong clicked his tongue in wonder, not knowing which genius had found this kind of place.
However, he didn't understand why Nalan Xie would come to such a place... until Jiang Shouzhong saw a grave, a lonely grave of a young girl that had weathered two years of wind and rain.
Zhang Tiaoer!
Looking at the name of the tomb's owner on the stele, Jiang Shouzhong was lost in thought.
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