Stupefaction Of The Qin Clan

The sky was dim. A thick layer of clouds stretched across the sky, blocking the sun and causing one to wonder if it was a cloud or mist.

The leaves on all the other mountains with the exception of the one that Bei Feng was staying on were mostly gone by this time of the year. Only a handful of small plants were still growing tenaciously while holding on to their green.

In stark contrast to the colorless mountains beside it, Bei Feng's mountain was filled with life and trees with luxuriant, green crowns. Although most of the trees had shed about a third of their leaves, the mountain remained incredibly luscious.

Bei Feng opened his eyes and spat out a breath of turbid air. A stalk of rose as big as a lotus happened to be in the path of the breath of air. As soon as it came into contact with it, it burst apart into bits of red which scattered to the ground.

Bei Feng's aura had become more refined, like a well-polished stone.