Nanwang Mountain, sitting among the Zhongnan Peaks, faces north and looks south.
The last Celestial Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain, Zhang Tai Xu, once secluded himself here for profound cultivation in this desolate land, yet there exists a Daoist sect connection.
Tonight, a great fire stains the sky, slaughter appears beneath the stars, under the bright moon, survival seems impossible.
"Zhang Fan..."
Wang Qingshan's face turned grim, he stared coldly at Zhang Fan approaching from the night, his voice chilling to the extreme.
"Who are you?" Wang Qinglian's beautiful eyes narrowed, she asked sharply.
Without a doubt, anyone appearing in this place at this moment is sure to be related to Qin Ergou. Her gaze shifted, seeing Meng Qiwu behind Zhang Fan, she roughly guessed the connection.
