The Changping Mountain Range was vast and three hundred miles deep from north to south. The spiritual energy was dense and the soil was fertile. There were even several large spirit mines below.
The fertile land of this resource did not belong to any large family. Instead, it was occupied by a group of itinerant cultivators.
Wang Lan seemed to be very familiar with this place. He did not encounter any obstacles along the way with Li Yuanqing.
They slowly arrived at a very ordinary mountain in the depths of the mountain range.
If Li Yuanqing was to go in and look for it, he would probably miss such an ordinary mountain because he could not see anything special about it.
"Senior, could it be here?"
Li Yuanqing and Wang Lan stood at the foot of the mountain. Wang Lan was looking up at the mountain peak with emotion.
"That's it."