Mo Lin was not familiar with Cloud Mountain; evidently, Wei Liang knew more.
When he heard the term "immortality at Cloud Mountain," his emotions were noticeably more excited than Mo Lin's.
"Lord Mo Lin, you must go," Wei Liang hurriedly urged Mo Lin.
Before Mo Lin could speak, Wei Liang added, "Countless people in the East District have come for immortality.
Even Xin Ziruo is searching for immortality.
You being invited to Cloud Mountain is like a pie falling from the sky—an excellent opportunity."
What Wei Liang said made sense, yet Mo Lin was the least convinced by the notion of a pie falling from the sky.
Why would such a good thing happen to him?
Why?
Just because Mo Lin is lucky?
That seemed unrealistic.
Mo Lin thought for a moment and decided to go to Cloud Mountain.
....
South District.
A secluded area.
Fairy Yunxia stood inside a wooden house.
"Sister, you must have been locked in here for many years, haven't you?" Fairy Yunxia asked the woman ahead of her.
