Feng Hao did not ask any further, as he could sense the Thief Master was in a somber mood.
They journeyed onward through the mountainous terrain of the Saint Realm. The path was winding, their steps arduous, yet they never once used a flying vehicle or took to the sky.
Beside him, Lin Luo and the other three seemed to know their destination. They walked in silence, their expressions solemn, like pilgrims on a sacred journey.
It was impossible to say how long they had trekked. It could have been a day, or it could have been a month.
All Feng Hao knew was that a magnificent, colossal peak now stood before him. It rose from a vast mountain range, its summit piercing the heavens. From a distance, it resembled a towering giant standing sentinel between heaven and earth!
"Head up."
The Thief Master gazed up at the colossal peak for a long while. He said nothing more, calmly uttering just two words.
