Seeing this, Xu Qing knew that the other party wasn't willing to continue this topic, so he didn't ask anything.
He understood that Duanmu Zang should be a member of this Moon Rebel Hall. For him to say these things in front of him, it was enough to show that Duanmu Zang trusted him.
Hence, Xu Qing repeatedly pondered over what Duanmu Zang had said.
Just like that, days passed.
Eight days later, their convoy finally arrived at the center of the eastern area. From afar, a huge valley was reflected in Xu Qing's eyes.
The mountain ranges on both sides were astonishing, surpassing all the mountains Xu Qing had seen in the past. Strange and jagged rocks adorned their surfaces, and in the dim light of the sky, they seemed to harbor all manner of eerie and mystical creatures.
The valley formed by the depression in the middle was like the entrance to the netherworld. When the wind blew over, it seemed to carry shrieks and howls.