In the Hundred Break Mountains.
The rolling, winding mountain ranges stretched on endlessly, each peak seeming to compete for dominance, one taller than the next. A peculiar summit, tens of thousands of feet high, soared into the sky like a sharp Treasure Sword piercing the blue heavens. It was exceptionally treacherous, with only a single, winding path snaking its way to the top.
The green mountains were sharp and verdant, their emerald peaks wreathed in clouds.
At the foot of the mountain sat a few simple thatched huts, looking extremely crude.
Wen Qingye looked at the thatched huts nestled against the mountain before him, feeling a little doubtful. "Is this our North Mountain?"
Lil Ya gave a dry laugh and pointed a finger at the mountain towering into the clouds ahead. "The true grounds of our North Mountain are up there. That's where North Mountain was originally built."
"Then why did you bring me here?" Wen Qingye asked.
