Crouching Ox Ridge. Jiang Yuechu followed Purple Plume's gaze.
As far as the eye could see, a stretch of bare, rolling wasteland lay below.
The mountains were low, their strange rocks jagged, and the vegetation spreading across them all withered yellow.
Never mind a blessed immortal land shrouded in spiritual energy—even ordinary mortal mountains and rivers brimmed with more life than this place.
It was hard to imagine.
This desolate, barren backwater had now become the place where the person who had once suppressed the three thousand wandering immortals of the Nine Provinces laid his head.
That also showed from another angle.
That this senior named Qin Zhisui had indeed not been living well since his cultivation had been crippled and he had become a mortal.
"Master, this place is way too shabby..."
Purple Plume leaned over the ship's railing and could not help muttering, "Even if he has no cultivation now, he was still glorious once, wasn't he? Could he really be willing to hole up in a place like this?"
Before she had even finished speaking.
Greedy Wolf Star Lord rarely widened his eyes, barking a stern rebuke. "Silence! How dare you speak so recklessly now that we have arrived?!"
"Uh..."
Startled by her master's reprimand, Purple Plume hurriedly shrank her neck and awkwardly waved her hand. "I was just saying..."
After reprimanding his disciple.
Greedy Wolf Star Lord straightened his sleeves, then respectfully cupped his hands and bowed slightly toward the barren mountains ahead.
Only after doing so did he turn to Jiang Yuechu.
"Girl, once we get there, watch more and speak less. Do your best to be patient."
Jiang Yuechu silently surveyed the land below and nodded lightly.
Yet a trace of doubt rose in her heart.
According to Greedy Wolf Star Lord, Qin Zhisui's