Three days later, in the dense mountain forest.
The continuous drizzle fell softly.
The sky was gloomy, making people feel quite oppressed.
Du Yu stood at the peak of the ridge, looking at the misty rain over the mountains, and sighed deeply in his heart.
Looking around, the forest vegetation, the strange peaks and rocks, everywhere bore the footprints of those searching.
Yet reality is cruel; no evidence of the existence of Seven Treasure Mountain was found.
There are no dilapidated temples, no broken walls, no traces of any human constructions.
"Ooo~~~" Qing Yi raised her head high and let out a wolf howl.
Within the gloomy rain curtain, the drawn-out wolf howl appeared even more desolate.
Beside him, Li Mengnan no longer had the vitality she had three days ago.
But it must be noted that most of Li Mengnan's sadness came from the Miaoxiang Alms Bowl within her.
