West Peak Mountain, one of the subsidiary mountain ranges within the Demon Beast Mountain Range, was neither on the edge of the range nor too deep into it but occupied a central position.
Craggy peaks rose one after the other, forests were dense, vines reached to the heavens, covering the valleys below. The greenery was lush and vibrant.
From atop a towering tree a hundred meters high, Ye Chen stood firm as a feather, gazing distantly at the vast expanse of the Demon Beast Mountain Range, lost in a trance.
Elder Yan floated in mid-air and said, "Didn't you say you were going to leave the Demon Beast Mountain Range and head to Xiafeng Academy? Why haven't you left yet?"
Ye Chen's eyes were somewhat unfocused as he replied, "I've changed my mind. I want to stay in the Demon Beast Mountain Range for a while longer."
"Why?" Elder Yan didn't understand.
