Fang Hao flew for over a thousand miles in one breath and plunged deep into the Luoxing Mountain Range.
This place was indeed remote enough; the mountains were high and the forests dense, a desolate place where even birds wouldn't lay eggs, and the Spiritual Qi was pitifully thin. Not even a ghost's shadow could be seen.
After wandering around for the better part of a day, he finally found a natural cave in the middle of a steep cliff, completely hidden by vines.
Crawling inside, he saw it was quite dry and spacious, making it a good place for seclusion.
"This is the place!" Fang Hao let out a sigh of relief.
He immediately got to work, first blocking most of the cave entrance with a huge rock, leaving only a ventilation hole, and then carefully camouflaging it with vines.
