When Zhang Chen saw this line of text, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his eyes full of disbelief as he looked at the familiar words, feeling his head buzz.
"Zhaoyao Mountain? Ape Tribe?" Zhang Chen looked at the familiar names, swallowed a mouthful of saliva involuntarily, feeling parched and thirsty, his mind a tumultuous sea of thoughts.
Coincidence?
Is there really such a coincidental thing in the world?
"In the First Heaven of the Spiritual World, there is a South Mountain, under which governs a Zhaoyao Mountain, where there's a small tribe named 'Ape.' What's the connection between the two?" Zhang Chen's head buzzed.
One exists in the extremely distant Spiritual World, the other in the real world, how could they be connected?
Zhang Chen stood before the tombstone, baffled, unable to think of a connection no matter how hard he tried.
