I initially thought that Mu Family Village was atop this peak, but the more we walked, the more something felt off. How could this be a place where ordinary people live? Even some low-level priests would find it hard to survive here.
"Originally, I wanted to let you live a bit longer, but instead, you sought your own death." Suddenly, a hoarse, cold laugh echoed from behind.
"Who's there!" Sikong Qinglan whipped around abruptly. A man draped entirely in black robes, his face also masked with a black cloth, slowly appeared.
Han Yan coldly gazed at the figure before her. Despite the black veil, she recognized a familiar air from his figure and the cold, murderous intent in his eyes, further confirming her earlier suspicions.
Kang Qingyuan was indeed cautious, even at times like these, he refused to reveal his true appearance.
Kang Qingyuan ignored Sikong Qinglan and continued to walk forward slowly.
