Great Rong City was near the Ten Thousand Volcanoes, so its temperature was a cut above that of ordinary mountain ranges. As a result, the nearby mountains were all bare and desolate. There was but one exception—a magnificent, towering mountain, lush and vibrant with life, where ancient, sky-piercing trees could be seen everywhere.
At the foot of this great mountain sat an exquisite courtyard. Flowers bloomed in profusion all around it, surrounded by lush grass. A small stream gurgled as it flowed past the front of the courtyard.
Jiang Pingchuan flew to the outside of the courtyard, then slowed and lightened his steps as he cautiously made his way inside.
Inside the courtyard, a tall young man stood like a statue before a stone table. He wore a fitted white robe, had a head of thick, black hair, and a pair of long, alluring eyes that glinted sharply from time to time. Merely by standing there silently, he exuded an indescribable aura that made him unforgettable at a single glance.
