Before Myriad Poison Cloud Peak, all was silent. Not a soul was in sight.
A gust of wind swept past, tossing the weeds into a tangled sway.
Qin An stood at the entrance to Myriad Poison Cloud Peak. He looked up at the mountain and narrowed his eyes.
The peak towered into the clouds, yet even from far away, he could feel the terrifying poison within.
He had come this time without accepting any mission. He had simply headed straight here.
After his last mission, Qin An had been training his Profession Proficiency. But Leng Qing had appeared in his dreams from within Myriad Poison Cloud Peak and asked him to come discuss an important matter, so he had rushed over without a moment's delay.
After a brief pause, Qin An stepped into Myriad Poison Cloud Peak.
The scenery around him shifted, blurring before coming into focus. Then fierce poison surged toward him from every direction.
But before the poisonous miasma could reach him, it abruptly stopped. As though it recognized Qin An, it flowed around him and spread elsewhere.
Qin An knew this was probably Leng Qing's doing.
He did not linger and continued up Myriad Poison Cloud Peak.
The mountain path was extraordinarily steep, and the terrifying poison made it a formidable obstacle even for many Forbidden Land Envoys who came to carry out missions.
For Qin An as he was now, however, the poison posed no threat at all. If anything, he felt as though he had come to visit a friend.
He knew where Leng Qing was. He made his way upward and soon reached the summit.
At the top of the peak, cold winds poured in from every direction as if they cost nothing. Through them, Qin An saw a figure ahead.
A round wooden