About half an incense stick's worth of time passed after Chen Yan's External Incarnation left.
He rose from the bed and straightened the hem of the Plain White Daoist Robe he wore.
Then he headed outside, intending to get a little fresh air in the courtyard of the City Lord's Manor.
Chen Yan pushed open the door, and the night wind rushed into his face.
He looked up at the moon, veiled by thin clouds, with only a faint, hazy halo showing through.
Forgotten River City was a bustling place.
The reason for its prosperity was that it lay only seven hundred li from the mountain range known as Qin King's Ridge.
Qin King's Ridge was far more famous in the Southern Bright Region than Forgotten River City.
Over the past few days, Chen Yan had often heard people mention the name in teahouses and markets. He had also leafed through many books in the City Lord's Manor's study, gaining a considerable understanding of Qin King's Ridge.
It was a mountain range in the central Southern Bright Region, stretching for hundreds of thousands of li, its main peak towering into the clouds beneath snow that never melted.
It paled, however, beside the Xingchui Mountain Range, which stretched for tens of millions of li across the Far Northern Lands of the Kunwu Continent, or the Wuxian Mountain Range, which ran for millions of li and divided the northwestern region of the Chenping Continent from the Western Regions.
But Qin King's Ridge was not famous for its magnificent, picturesque terrain.
Rather, it was famous for the cultivation resources contained within its mountains.
Qin King's Ridge held far too many treasures.
Frost spirit mushrooms thousands of years old, blazing flame fruits tens of thousands of years old, and all manner of other rare