The mountain air was heavy with dew and thick fog. As they approached the summit, Ling Yan gradually slowed down, guiding his horse to a stone covered in green moss.
This stone was over half a person's height. Although covered in green moss, faint traces of writing were still visible on it.
Mu Yuan also rode his horse to Ling Yan's side. After dismounting, Mu Yuan drew the sword from his waist and painstakingly scraped away the green moss, revealing black characters on the stone.
Ghost Stronghold Territory — Black Mist Peak
Strangely, as Mu Yuan scraped away the moss next to the black characters with his sword, these characters actually moved. The characters that had just been formed gradually dispersed.
"What's going on?"
Ling Yan took a step forward, narrowing his eyes slightly. "It's insects."
Mu Yuan gasped, his eyes wide. "Insects?!"