In the midst of Ghost Moon Mountain, there was no day or night cycle.
At eight o'clock in the morning, the group of five, decked with stars and moon, rushed off to the southeastern area of the village.
Before a wooden building adorned with large red lanterns, Lu Ran and the others met a small squad of soldiers.
The leader was a middle-aged female soldier with a stern face, a harsh gaze, and a capable demeanor.
She was exactly the type that Lu Ran feared!
Every time he encountered such middle-aged women, Lu Ran was always reminded of his headteacher...
"It's an honor." The female soldier held out her hand, introducing herself, "Fang Lin, River Realm Second Rank, North Wind Believer."
"Miss Fang, hello." Lu Ran was secretly surprised; he had encountered a great power.
Logically speaking, Fang Lin should have exceptional talent, since she was taken under the wing of Second-class God Lord Beifeng.
But looking at her age, she must be around forty, right?