A clear pool of water, surrounded by three green peaks, mountain wind blowing the morning mist, green smoke enveloping the houses.
Jiang Yuebai climbed up to the mountaintop with electric arcs crackling on his body, hair unruly from being struck by lightning, gazing into the distance, finally seeing the clear sky washed anew, clouds scattered across miles.
Turning to look behind, Xie Jingshan was lifeless, tiredly leaning on two swords as he walked up the mountain, the sky above Thunder Marsh still filled with rolling black clouds and rumbling thunder.
Such a stark contrast in scenery must truly be a masterpiece crafted by nature.
At this moment, the place Jiang Yuebai could see, a mountain fort built along the hills nestled among the ravines, a clear lake beside it, stretching more than a hundred miles.
This scene reminded Jiang Yuebai of the Witch Clan of the Baipu Domain, who also built mountain forts in the mountains.
