Wugu Mountain isn't close to Linjiang City, even traveling day and night took three days.
Chuzheng lifted the curtain to look at the distant peaks.
The night had descended, the sky at the horizon faintly revealed a few stars, the peaks were shrouded in a thin mist, like a veil, draped over Wugu Mountain.
It was clearly a scene of peace, but for some reason, it gave an inexplicable sense of oppression.
"Tower Master, there's a scent of blood."
Someone from outside reported to her.
Chuzheng smelled it too, not strong, mixed in the wind, passing by and then disappearing, making it impossible to discern where it came from.
Xin Yu discovered that the hairpin they carried with them was lost. That hairpin had been with them since they could remember, and they believed it was left by their parents, so they valued it greatly, thinking they might find their parents someday.
No matter why their parents abandoned them, they still wanted to see them.
