The mountain resembled a Profound Moon, soaring into the clouds.
Wang Junze had never seen such a mountain before; its form seemed to defy all sense, giving one the illusion that the peak might collapse at any moment.
"Doesn't this mountain seem strange to you?"
As the flying sword touched down at the foot of the mountain, Luo Qingxuan gestured at Profound Moon Mountain and asked with a smile.
The atmosphere along the way had been tense, so this was a perfect opportunity to ease things a bit.
"Indeed. I never imagined such a wondrous peak could exist in the world,"
Wang Junze nodded, his focus drawn in, unable to resist echoing her sentiment.
"What wondrous peak? Do you really think this mountain formed naturally?"
