Because throughout the journey, it was almost always Jiang Zhuoshi and Shen Heilong accompanying the Old Lady in conversation.
Like Jiang Shoutian, without being proactively asked, he dared not speak rashly.
The road behind the mountain was relatively rugged.
When the crowd reached here, they saw overgrown weeds on both sides growing recklessly.
Some of the weeds could even grow as tall as a human.
And the path beneath their feet was a pitted dirt road.
It's hard to believe.
That such a large family would leave the back mountain unadorned.
Leaving the back mountain to look like a wild mountainous area.
Upon seeing this scene, Xu Zimei frowned slightly.
He didn't mind these wild mountains and weeds.
Instead, in his view, he could clearly feel the space here was different.
As if two different spaces were connected together.
And the junction of these two spaces didn't feel particularly abrupt, as if they seamlessly merged together.
From this point, it was evident.
