"Creak, creak..."
On the black stone slabs of White Road lay dead branches, fallen leaves, and black dust.
It was as if no one had ever swept them.
Underfoot, they made a soft rustling sound.
But in these black mountains, where all was silent, the sound seemed especially grating and eerie.
On either side of White Road stood towering ancient trees.
The forest floor was covered with thick layers of fallen leaves. Vines as thick as giant pythons sprawled across it, along with oddly shaped boulders that seemed to crawl like monsters, and all kinds of bizarre flowers and mushrooms.
Everything was black.
Luo Qingchen walked along, observing his surroundings.
This place seemed even darker and more eerie in color and atmosphere than Medicine Man Town.
At least there had been a town there, with street vendors and passersby.
But here...
He hadn't seen a single person along the way, nor heard a single sound.
It was terrifyingly desolate and terrifyingly silent.
It was as if he had come to an uninhabited death zone.
He turned to look at the disciple beside him.
Wang Jing had left after escorting him to the far end of the stone bridge, handing him over to this disciple named Zhang Dong.
Zhang Dong had a huge belly; when he looked down, he could barely see his own toes.
He was quite talkative, though, and rather friendly. The whole way, he had been showing Luo Qingchen the sights of Black Phoenix Peak.
As for the other disciples here, he hadn't mentioned a single one.
"Junior Brother Luo, the Main Peak has almost everything you could want. As long as you have silver, you can buy anything, including medicinal ingredients, slaves, corpses, and so on..."
"Most people usually cultivate in their caves and rarely come out."