"You rotten guy, where exactly are you taking me?"
In the mountains and forests, Qin Jun walked leisurely holding the Nine-Tailed White Fox, which struggled and cried incessantly.
Qin Jun had a smile on his face, ignoring it all along.
Let it thrash about.
Once it gets tired, everything will calm down.
They traversed vast oceans and leaped over mountains, as if determined to travel across endless lands and waters.
Gradually, the Nine-Tailed White Fox stopped being restless, seemingly resigned to its fate.
It's unclear how long they journeyed.
Qin Jun suddenly found himself before a cliff at the edge of a canyon. Under the dusk, the bare mountain walls on both sides soared tens of meters high. The ground was littered with rocks, without a single plant in sight. The view was nothing but desolate.
"Where is this place?"
The Nine-Tailed White Fox asked curiously as Qin Jun finally stopped after journeying for an unknown number of days.
