Xiao An was momentarily lost in thought, clenched his fist hidden in his sleeve, and then slowly released it.
He looked down the cliff, which seemed bottomless, obscured by the white fog.
Mo Liancheng raised his eyebrows slightly, observing the surroundings, and found nothing unusual.
After a while, Xiao An forced a laugh and said, "There's no road ahead, we've reached the cliff."
Mo Liancheng chuckled, lightly, with an otherworldly elegance. Then, as if nothing had happened, he gazed in all directions before choosing to head north.
Xiao An quietly continued to follow, but his words became noticeably fewer.
After the circuitous path Xiao An had taken, the two were no longer on the periphery. Standing at a high point, looking towards the palace, they could vaguely see a small corner. Mo Liancheng asked, "Xiao An, is that God Burying Valley's depths over near the palace?" He had heard Shaping Essence Grass was in the depths.
