There were no years inside the abode. Time flew, 200 years passed in a flash.
On Firecloud Peak, it was still so desolate and barren.
But on this day, there were several additional figures on the peak.
One of them looked around in a panic and said fearfully, "I heard that this Firecloud Peak has quite a few rank five fierce beasts. I hope we won't run into them!"
The person in the lead said, "Scared of what? Firecloud Peak is so big. There are only that few rank five fierce beasts, they will just happen to be encountered by us? As long as we pluck the Crimson Tail Grass, we'll be able to complete the sect's mission!"
Another person complained, "Really damn it! Why did this Crimson Tail Grass have to grow on Firecloud Peak? Firecloud Peak is more dangerous compared to most of the other places in the Shadowmoon Mountain Range!"
Suddenly, the eyes of that person leading lit up and he said in great joy, "Crimson Tail Grass!"
