A week later, after traveling all over the continent, Qian Yun and Hu Liena's carriage finally reached the destination of their journey: Lost Canyon.
It was a place unknown to outsiders. Mountains surrounded the canyon on three sides, and it was shrouded in mist all year round. Ordinary people could easily lose their way there, and it was also home to many vicious Spirit Beasts.
Over time, the place was gradually forgotten. It wasn't until the Spirit Hall took control that it was redeveloped and put to use.
Qian Yun and Hu Liena got out of the carriage early. The canyon was blanketed in mist, and even the experienced driver didn't dare approach too closely.
Qian Yun narrowed his eyes. Lost Canyon certainly lived up to its name. Even in broad daylight, the sunlight couldn't penetrate the mist. From a distance, all he could see was a vast expanse of white.
He exchanged a glance with Hu Liena. Then they both stood still and called toward the forest in front of them, "Students of Pope Hall, Qian Yun and Hu Liena, have come by order to undergo the level-up assessment."
As their voices carried through the air, Qian Yun was surprised to find that the white mist before them was no ordinary fog. Any sound that entered it was greatly weakened until it faded away completely.
After a brief wait, an irritated middle-aged man's snort rang out. "Hmph. You two brats from Pope Hall—do you know what you've done wrong?"
Qian Yun and Hu Liena turned around. Two middle-aged men had appeared behind them at some point. The speaker was the thinner, more stern-looking one. Beneath his salt-and-pepper hair was a stiff face, his mouth pursed, with a pair of goatee mustaches at its corners.
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