Of course, the most composed of them all was Master Mo Chen, who seemed like a meditating monk, his expression never changing from beginning to end.
"Master, let's go ghost hunting now," Shen Wu said, picking up a Xuantie Sword, eager to start.
Mo Chen glanced at everyone indifferently, his lips curled into a faint smile, and, finally living up to expectations, he nodded in assent.
Su Yan and Shen Wu almost cheered out loud.
Thus, they boarded the carriage and, under the Mayor's guidance, set off in the direction of Princess Mountain.
The carriage wound its way on the road for a long time before stopping in a wild and desolate area.
Pointing to the verdant, towering mountain peak in the distance, the Mayor said, "That is Princess Mountain."
Su Yan looked up and felt that the mountain was lush and green, alive with the chorus of hundreds of birds, and seemed very spirited, without the gloomy aura of ghosts.
However, Shen Wu's opinion differed from hers.
