West of Yan Han.
On the grassland, a herdsman was driving a flock of sheep when he suddenly saw a monk in blue robes, bowing every three steps and kowtowing every nine steps, heading west.
His face was handsome, his bald head was shining, his clothes were tattered, yet his expression was exceedingly devout.
"Are you a Yan Han person?"
The herdsman shouted, "Have some sheep milk wine."
Jiang Liu'er did not stop for a moment, just continued heading west.
The herdsman stood there dumbfounded, only to see snow lotuses blooming one after another on the grassland.
And the monk's figure had already disappeared.
The herdsman looked in the direction Jiang Liu'er had left, and couldn't help but kneel down...
...
Kunlun Mountain.
The huge Divine Mountain was majestic and vast, the ancestor of world ley lines, with magnificent phenomena.
