Tianxing Pavilion, rather than being called a pavilion, it is more of a mountain peak.
In this mountainous forest area, the peaks are elegantly arranged in succession, while the distant peaks, towering high, are shrouded in mist, resembling a true paradise.
Long Yue and Li Qingmu followed the Heavenly Power Hall Master to an opening between the mountains, ahead was an abyssal valley, flanked by steep cliffs with branches extending horizontally, casting shadows below.
All around, the rolling white mist added to the mystery of the place.
"Whirling sound!"
Ahead, there was an iron bridge suspended in mid-air, swaying with the breeze from above, producing a continuous sound.
"Once you cross this iron bridge, you'll reach Yuheng Peak ahead."
The Heavenly Power Hall Master pointed at the iron bridge.
Long Yue looked at the swaying iron bridge and tugged at the man beside her, "A Mu, will I fall off immediately upon stepping onto it?"
