Clip-clop!
The crisp sound of horse hooves echoed through the forest. After more than a day of traveling, Su Jie and his group of several dozen people had moved away from near the mountain gate of Ghost Ridge Palace and had entered the outer area.
"That is Cloud Mist Mountain."
Mounted on a Horned Scale Horse, Su Jie held a map in his hand and looked towards a mountain over six thousand meters high.
This mountain was lofty, with clouds twisting around its middle and its form imposing and extraordinary, resembling a crouching Pixiu overseeing the mortal realm. Eerie shrieks emitted from the mountain periodically.
Residing on this mountain were a male and a female Golden Winged Luan Bird, whose strength was terrifying. Even when the Sect Master of Ghost Ridge Palace had led a team to encircle and suppress them, he had been unable to subdue these two spiritual beasts.
