Xu Qing didn't know how to join the Moon Rebel Hall.
Back then, Duanmu Zang didn't say it explicitly and only told him to head there.
Now, more than half a year had passed. Xu Qing stood in the green sandstorm and looked at the Bitter Life Mountain Range in the distance. The information he had gathered about this place appeared in his mind.
Different from the Unending Mountain Range, the Bitter Life Mountain Range didn't have any vegetation. There was only the endless wind and sand whistling in his ears. That constant whimpering sound would instinctively make one feel oppressed and desolate.
Xu Qing tightened his collar, feeling Ling'er sliding on his neck. A warm sensation welled up in his heart. In the blink of an eye, he rose along with the sandstorm and gradually set foot in the Bitter Life Mountain Range, embarking on his journey to find the traces of the Moon Rebel Hall.