"You don't know about the Land of Fallen?" Qiao Zhaoxian was surprised.
Chen Dengming was speechless. Why would he know? Was that something everyone knew about?
Gao Lingxiao glanced at Chen Dengming and raised her slender hand to cough lightly before her mouth, "Old Qiao, are you intentionally belittling Brother Chen?
For nearly five hundred years, no cultivator from the Longevity Sect has gone to the Land of Fallen. Don't you know why? If no one goes there, perhaps the Longevity Sect naturally wouldn't care... "
Qiao Zhaoxian shot Gao Lingxiao a sidelong glance, knowing that the naughty girl was satirizing him, trying to stir up trouble between him and Old Chen. He immediately explained with a smile.
Chen Dengming then came to know that at the very edges of the Four Regions, such as south of the Southern Region, north of the Northern Region, east of the Eastern Region, there was a Land of Fallen.