On Mo Gu Peak, inside a mountain cave.
In the corner, a young man sleeping soundly on a straw mat seemed to be having a nightmare, his brows furrowed tightly.
"Brother~"
The young man's sleep was restless, and he turned over groggily.
"Brother?"
Lu Ran suddenly opened his eyes wide.
The scene before him left him somewhat confused, the light of the setting sun seeped through the cave entrance and fell inside.
In the beams of light, dust could be seen faintly swirling.
Lu Ran's eyes gradually regained focus, finally recalling where he was.
For the past fifty or sixty days, he had been fighting everywhere, also wandering throughout the Mountain Realm.
Today, he camped in the snow forest with swirling winds and snow, tomorrow he would hide in the Soul-locking Mountains shrouded in gray mist.
In comparison, the place he visited the most was still the Northwest Desert.
This isolated Mo Gu Peak carried its own unique aura.
Melancholic, lonely.
