Dress up as a Supreme Elder and Catch Some Natural Treasures If You Have Nothing to Do

The Hantan, a forbidden area in the back mountain of Xuantian Sect, has been filled with a cold mist that never dissipates. The moisture sticks to the skin, making people feel chilly in the seams of their bones. Qin Kong held a slender emerald green bamboo pole in his hand and sat boredly on the rounded bluestone. The wooden barrel at his feet was empty, with only a few dead leaves swirling in the water.