A solitary, shadowy moon hung in the western sky. Insects chirped mournfully, and the scene was bleak and gloomy.
The desolate lands of Southern Border lay at the very southern edge of the Vast Divine Land. Legend had it that they were a place of barren mountains and treacherous waters. The peaks there were utterly unlike the mountains of the Central Plains: they were less graceful and serene, but far more imposing and perilous.
Beneath the night sky, mountain ranges stretched as far as the eye could see, rising tall and crossing one another. From a distance, they seemed to exude a deadly air.
Hao Shuai stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance. Beyond two low hills and a relatively flat stretch of wilderness, four towering peaks suddenly rose from the earth, linked together to form a valley. Behind them, beneath the vast night sky, countless shadows loomed—the boundless Hundred Thousand Great Mountains on the southern frontier.
Nestled among the four foremost peaks was Fenxiang Valley, renowned throughout the world.
The night was deep, the moon hung high, and a few faint stars glimmered in the sky. Beneath their chilly light, a thin haze seemed to drift over the distant valley. It looked like a veil of gauzy mist, beautiful and mysterious.
"Hao Shuai, what are you doing at Fenxiang Valley at this hour?" Bi Yao asked curiously. Dressed in green, she followed his gaze toward the valley.
"I came to fulfill a promise," Hao Shuai replied solemnly.
After the battle on Qingyun Mountain
Hao Shuai spent two or three days forcing the corpse poison out of Dao Xuan's body. At last, Dao Xuan awoke.
The moment he regained consciousness, Dao Xuan hurriedly asked how the battle on Qingyun Mountain had ended. When he heard