The starry sky where day and night would never arrive made people lose all sense of time. They could only count it silently in their hearts so that they would not lose track and prevent accidents that they could not control from happening.
Four hours later, Nan Tian and the other five people arrived unannounced at one of the numerous valleys located outside the fog covered plains in the grave of Han Mountain’s ancestor.
Their arrival in this currently clandestine place might have been noticed by others, but at the same time not.
"This is the place, brother Xuan, brother Mo. I discovered it by accident in the past. It was originally a place where herbs grew, but I subtly stopped the herbs from growing here. After that, people rarely came here."
Nan Tian stood outside the inconspicuous valley and spoke gently to Xuan Lun and Su Ming beside him.
"Go take a look."