Xuan Mountain.
The Xiang family.
Yang Chen stood at the foot of Xuan Mountain, cold light shimmering in his eyes.
Indeed, the mountain gate is closed.
The gate was tightly shut.
No one was around.
Moreover, Yang Chen felt a chilling aura on the mountain.
The Xiang family must be up to something big!
Yang Chen took a deep breath and said to Meng Po, "Let's go up the mountain!"
The two of them hiked up the mountain.
The mountain gate of Xuan Mountain was large, making the two seem insignificant.
Climbing on foot.
The further they went, the more desolate Yang Chen felt.
It was as if all the Xiang family had vanished.
On the mountain, the Xiang family's residence was still an ancient and elegant large mansion, with wooden houses, even the windows were made of paper.
"Is anyone there?" Yang Chen shouted.
He wasn't afraid of being discovered; he was here to find people.
No one responded.
