The End of Year Assessment is approaching. If she's forced to stop using the Opportunity Pawnshop, relying solely on cultivation, how could she possibly improve her Spirit Art?
So Xin Lin, with a mindset of trying her luck, wandered leisurely along the way.
But this time, luck was not on her side.
The road from Qingtian Academy to Qin Mountain spanned nearly ten miles, and yet there wasn't a single patient, let alone a passerby, hunter, or farmer to be seen.
Those who used to roam near Qin Mountain had all vanished without a trace.
"It seems the situation is much more serious than Master Mu described. This area is practically desolate,"
Xin Lin frowned.
With no people around, she barely encountered any birds or beasts on the mountain path.
As she reached the entrance to Qin Mountain, Xin Lin spotted teams of soldiers.
Xin Lin hurriedly stepped aside.
The soldiers were blocking the entrance to the mountain.
