Two days later, at the Xichuan Qiyun Mountain Range, Lu Xiao looked around at the surrounding mist and felt a sense of melancholy.
Once again, in the mountains.
The Shengjing Clan was in the mountains, and the Goo Clan was also in the mountains.
Do all of you clans have a beef with mountains or something?
Can you not flaunt your prestige on flat land?
"How much longer?" Lu Xiao couldn't help but ask Su Qin, who was leading the way.
We had started climbing the mountain at four in the morning, and it was almost four in the afternoon...
"See that mountain up ahead?" Su Qin stretched out her hand and pointed.
Lu Xiao followed where Su Qin was pointing and then lost the desire to speak.
Are you sure it's that mountain and not those mountains?
This is the Qiyun Mountain Range, where mountains rise up like a succession of screens; the devil knows which one you're pointing at.
"Let's keep going," Lu Xiao waved his hand. It was redundant to ask; he just needed to follow Su Qin.
