Li Yuanjun did not give Zhao Zuo any trouble, letting him leave after a few more sighs.
Zhao Zuo walked toward Moyun Mountain. The Moyun Market was situated at the foot of the mountain, so as he continued toward the peak and stepped into the mist-shrouded Grand Array, the temporary token in his hand grew slightly warm.
It was as if he had stepped from one world into another, passing through an invisible barrier to behold Moyun Mountain in its entirety. It stood like a colossal, natural wall upon the earth.
Beneath the azure sky, it towered like a majestic giant over the world, its waist wreathed in clouds and rosy light. Bathed in sunlight, it resembled a celestial wonderland.
The mountain rock was steep and hard, like heavy armor. Yet, someone had used Great Magical Power to carve a flat, five-meter-wide road into the cliffs, which coiled its way up the peak like a giant python.
