Cliff, Dragon Nest, surrounded by immortal fog.
From several miles away, one could smell the crisp medicinal fragrance emanating.
Wherever there is a Dragon Cave, treasure medicine is bound to be produced, as documented in various texts, even an abandoned nest would not be an exception.
Dragons, as creatures, are very particular about choosing their dwelling places.
Qin Ming looked into the distance, the sweet fragrance in the wind calming his body.
The cliff was originally a giant mountain, severed abruptly, its surface vast.
Even though it's now a remnant mountain, it remains towering and majestic, exuding an oppressive feeling that makes one's heart palpitate.
Others in this area were also peering, targeting that Dragon Nest.
The medicinal fragrance was carried far by the wind, and any creature passing through this domain would pause, for the scent was too tempting.
