"Chen Yang, the Lingxin Sect is not to be trifled with. You can inquire all you want, but don't cause any big trouble."
After Ma Jiantao finished speaking, he still felt uneasy and reminded Chen Yang once more.
Chen Yang nodded, said a word, and then hung up the phone.
"Tianhua Mountain — even if it's a dragon's lair or a tiger's den, I must venture there."
Chen Yang put away his phone, eyes resolute.
Even though he knew that this sect's power was unusual, he was still determined to go!
If he couldn't rescue Taoist Liu, he would never give up.
Tianhua Mountain.
Located on the outskirts of a town about forty to fifty kilometers from Liuhua Village.
Because it had been turned into a small tourist area, there were many tourists coming and going, bustling with noise.
Chen Yang spent some time traveling and arrived at the foot of Tianhua Mountain.
Looking up at the modern facilities, with the mountain's trees and buildings almost entirely visible, he couldn't quite imagine it.
