In the current Mingjiang Prefecture, the streets within the Prefecture City have changed their face completely compared to three hundred years ago,
Peng Sheng wasn't too familiar with the roads. Once they left the Mingjiang Prefecture City, where the population gradually thinned out, the changes over three centuries seemed less pronounced,
and his memories were finally stirred awake.
"I think I've got an idea of the way now."
The Yunluo Mountain Range was a place Zhou Xuan had never been to, nor had Yun Ziliang. Today, they'd have to rely on Peng Sheng to guide the way.
"Brother Xuan, at the fork up ahead, turn to the right."
"Got it."
Zhou Xuan responded in agreement.
Peng Sheng focused on giving Zhou Xuan directions,
while Yun Ziliang's thoughts lingered on the "Fierce Dragon."
During the journey, Zhou Xuan had already explained to him—the vast and magnificent Fierce Dragon that was suppressing the Great Mother Star Pit.
