Fog enshrouded the area as if locking down the mountains.
Yet Zhou Heng's gaze pierced through the mist, directed straight into the depths of the valley. He strode forward without hesitation.
After just ten minutes or so, the scene ahead suddenly cleared, the fog vanished abruptly, and a clear starry sky reappeared.
Still mountains, still water, dark and profound.
"This is... the latter half of the valley!" Han Yulian's beautiful eyes sparkled; this was obviously not the exit. The terrain was different, and Lu Qing and his companion were nowhere to be seen.
Zhou Heng nodded, his mind brimming with curiosity about what secrets the fog-enveloped mountains were hiding!
Could there be treasures? But why hadn't the Black Sword reacted?
Zhou Heng furrowed his brow. The situation in this valley seemed anything but simple. How could there not be Heavenly and Earthly Treasures!
Then, he would keep moving forward; how could he be content without reaching the very end?
