The Southern Border, Cloud Mist Mountain.
Zou Feng gazed at the seemingly endless mountain range in the distance and took a deep breath.
The air on Cloud Mist Mountain was noticeably much sweeter than any place he had been before.
'This isn't just some psychological feeling—it's real, tangible. It's as if this place has one of the legendary Spiritual Veins…'
It certainly made sense why Biyou Palace would build its main gate here.
Only five days had passed since Zou Feng had killed Kang Shixiang and the others.
He hadn't gotten lost much while crossing Qifeng Mountain this time; the journey had been relatively smooth.
The only regret was that Zou Feng hadn't been able to find any of the other poisonous creatures Biyou Palace raised on Qifeng Mountain.
He didn't even pass through the valley where he had once encountered the Giant Scorpion.
Also, for some unknown reason, during the days he spent traveling through Qifeng Mountain, Zou Feng had constantly felt a creeping dread.
