The grand canyon was dark and misty, with occasionally ferocious giant beasts flapping their wings and passing overhead.
Qin Ming sat quietly, feeling quite at ease.
He seemed to become an outsider, waiting patiently as the other three refined the medicine.
The night sky above was ink-black, yet the canyon bottom was not engulfed in darkness.
The Fire Gold Thorn flickered with a faint firelight, giving off a cold metallic texture, sparsely rooted among the scattered rocks.
From afar, the cries of elephants and dragons echoed into the canyon, creating an eerie resonance in the night.
Occasionally, colossal creatures would sweep past, their eyes like blood moons, amplifying the wild and terrifying atmosphere of the place.
Qin Ming was undisturbed, resting like an ancient god.
Four masters sat cross-legged in the canyon, it was the beasts who had to go around them, not the other way. The "Great Trend" was here.
