Two nights later, everyone arrived at a mountain valley. The valley wasn't very large; the highest point of the slope was only about twenty meters above the ground, but in this vast, flat grassland, it was quite remarkable. The hills were covered in dry grass, swaying with the wind like rolling waves. Scattered trees cast long shadows in the moonlight, appearing somewhat lonely and thin. Luo Zheng led the team over and lay hidden in the grass, observing the scene.
Next to him, Baru said seriously, "Inside the valley is the Evil Wolf Valley. The wind on the grassland is strong, so places sheltered from the wind are rare. Not only do wild beasts like it, but passing merchant caravans also do. Ever since it was occupied by bandits, no one dares to stop here anymore. Even large caravans with plenty of guards don't dare to stop, to avoid complications."
