the zhao clan of the wind god

as he neared the mountain gate, he felt a burning sensation as if he was being baked under the scorching sun.

bai wushang thought for a moment and recalled the black fire kylin. he didn't want to make a big fuss and alarm too many people.

he changed his clothes and climbed the mountain road with a more plain and low-key image.

"swoosh swoosh swoosh"

there were many outposts along the way, and bai wushang saw that the guards were at the peak of the strength of a lord.

he chose to avoid it, hoping to find a person with enough power to solve the problem in one go.

ten minutes later, they had climbed more than half of the 30000-meter-tall mountain. the birds flying around them were bigger and stronger.

bai wushang stopped for a moment, and after locking onto the position of the wisp of holy aura he had sensed, he changed his path and took a detour.

"hahaha, old man zhu, are you old and your eyes are no longer useful?"