The valley was tall, majestic, and perilous. The cliffs on either side, like straight Sword Blades, thrust toward the sky, their surfaces blanketed in snow. The river, over twenty feet wide, was frozen solid.
Further in, a dense fog hung in the air, so thick one could not see their own hand. Faint strains of Immortal Sound drifted from within. In truth, this was the effect of two Arrays, powerful enough to threaten even a Foundation Establishment Cultivator. Within them lay the ancestral lands of two Foundation Establishment families.
At the mouth of the valley, Chen Xiaorong stood, still dressed in simple, plain-colored robes and holding a longsword as pure and white as jade.
With her arrival, Loose Cultivators began to emerge from the woods behind her, sacks in hand. Most carried sharp tools for dismembering Demon Beast corpses. Their gazes, fixed on Chen Xiaorong, were filled with apprehension, fear, and greed—but not a hint of respect.
