Passing by a cloud-shrouded mountain, Zhou Fuqiu paused his steps.
"Is this the Zuowang Peak, renowned alongside Stone Chamber Mountain? Back when Master stood beneath Chun Yuan Ancestor, he cultivated here for quite some time. If I can break through to the Nascent Soul Stage in the future, Master hopes for me to enter this mountain to cultivate, extending the legacy of Chun Yuan."
Zhou Fuqiu gazed at Zuowang Peak for a long while; his expression betraying no emotion, neither satisfaction nor dissatisfaction.
His steps resumed, sometimes swift and sometimes slow, traversing the Rotten Stalemate Mountain Range.
As the moon ascended its peak, unconsciously, he had already walked out of the vast Rotten Stalemate Mountain Range.
The sound of surging waves rang in his ears, with Zhe River flowing east beneath his feet.
Suddenly!
Zhou Fuqiu's gaze sharpened, seeing two figures standing side by side in the distance.
