The cold rain was like needles, densely piercing Su Muyao's shoulders, the wet clothes clinging to her form, carried a chill with each gust of wind.
Su Muyao seemed oblivious to the cold as she continuously activated her superpower, rushing towards the city gates with remarkable speed.
By evening, the gates would close.
Fortunately, Su Muyao was fast enough, leaving through the gates.
She had previously studied some maps on the Holy Mountain through Shen Jinsuo and naturally knew the location of Cloud Mist Mountain.
She braved the drizzling rain, reaching the foot of Cloud Mist Mountain.
Cloud Mist Mountain was concealed within dense fog; without Su Muyao's familiarity with the place, it would be impossible to find.
Previously, Shen Jinsuo's subordinates had found Mei Qingchen's sword sheath here, with traces of his blood on it.
Had he not been severely injured then, he definitely wouldn't have abandoned the sword sheath.
