Desolate hills and valleys, the sky filled with wind and dew.
The dilapidated Mountain God Temple presents a scene of desolation before our eyes.
This secluded temple, long devoid of worshippers, is indeed an excellent place to hide.
Sun Xinzhuo and his junior sister Ji Feng sat together on an ancient ginkgo tree in front of the temple, nibbling on dry food while watching the setting sun slowly westward.
"Wait until the afterglow fades, then we'll hit the road."
With a concerned frown, Sun Xinzhuo looked in the direction of Liangdu and cautiously said, "The engraved messages on the city walls will surely attract more martial arts experts. Now that we have acquired that information, it's not wise to linger here long."
Ji Feng asked, "What about the Moon Worship Sect and those people from White Camel Mountain?"
Upon mentioning them, Sun Xinzhuo couldn't help but complain.
