The Traveling Residence had been set up in a sparse patch of woods, sparse enough to accommodate such a large structure.
Feng Jun had not gone far from the Traveling Residence, only a little over a hundred meters.
He had not planned to come out at night. A heavy snow had fallen here seven or eight days ago, more than twenty centimeters deep. If he waited for it to melt, he would probably have to wait another seven or eight days, which would seriously hinder his observations.
He had not intended to work overtime tonight either, but he disliked being pestered. He might as well come out for a walk and clear his head.
Still, he could never sit still. The alcohol had left him somewhat excited, so he could not help taking out his phone to check it from time to time, then probing with his Divine Sense.
But after checking for a while, he grew increasingly curious... Why did this place feel so strange?
He had not thought much of this place at first. Dong Zenghong had said the nine best locations were elsewhere, and this one was somewhat inferior. Feng Jun trusted Dong Zenghong's eye fairly well.
However, the Ghost Valley Lineage successor was not as confident as he was. He had repeatedly stressed that he could guarantee it if it were anyone else, but against Feng Mountain Lord of Luo Hua, he hoped Feng Jun would take another look.
When Feng Jun had first arrived, he thought Zhang Dongyuan had insisted on coming to Poland because he preferred introducing She Zhijun to him. But after meeting She Zhijun, he learned that she did not mind becoming an abbess in another Western Continent country.
So he had been a little curious. Since she did not mind going