The Trial

Everywhere one could glance, the mountain peaks surrounded the area, creating an imposing yet serene atmosphere. The spiritual energy in this place seemed to seep into the bodies of the group, instantly relaxing their tense muscles, as if the stress had been washed away by a cool, refreshing spring. The air was crisp and pure, and the overwhelming presence of the place had a captivating effect, especially on the younger ones. Even Wen Ran, who had witnessed mysterious wonders beyond imagination, couldn't help but admit that this place was truly one of a kind.

If I cultivate here for a few years, I'll be able to mask myself well from the outside, Wen Ran thought. In his opinion, he hadn't left much in the way of tracks or evidence linking him to the fall of the Fang Clan.

The people leading the group remained silent, and not a single person dared to ask too many questions. The atmosphere grew heavy, and it seemed that someone needed to break the silence.