The majestic mountains attract countless explorers. Once you climb the ridge, you conquer it, so those explorers say.
At Yu Qiu's feet was a solid loess slope. He looked at the mountain guards of the same clan who had lived in the hinterland of the Qinling Mountains for more than several decades, then passed over the solemn and aging faces, and finally landed on the silent mountain behind them.
She was more willing to believe that it was conniving at the sightseeers one after another. In response to their invasion, Qi Fengdi only opened her eyelids and fell into a deep sleep again.
She clearly saw that it was dormant, and the power flowing inside it was strangely devouring one guilty or innocent person one after another.
What power? She heard herself ask.
"Aqiu, have you heard that death is not a thing?" I forgot who answered her, and it wasn't the answer.
Being dead does not mean that you are truly gone.