Wind Breath Canyon, many years ago, was once a bustling mining town that gathered a type of spiritual crystal ore known as Wind Breath Stone, used as materials for magicians or combined with other substances to create temperature control systems in the houses of the wealthy.
The canyon was thus named.
As the mines were depleted and resources exhausted, the rugged and harsh terrain naturally fell into abandonment.
However, many ancient relics of the town still remained, with rusted mining iron frames and broken walls scattered through the Qunqing Mountain Range, rendering an infinitely desolate scene, while the fierce winds of the canyon terrain were quite cutting.
"Are you sure it's this place?"
Liszt and his group tied their horses to trees alongside the main road, the time had already reached the afternoon, it was uncertain if it was late, whether those two people were still alive.
