"Up ahead is Magpie mountain." Liu Dahu stood beside Li Tian and pointed to a tall mountain in the distance."This Magpie mountain stretches for thousands of miles. The mountains cross the south and west, and it faces the West Sea. If we keep going up Magpie mountain, we'll be able to reach the southern border."
Li Tian nodded his head.
Fatty and Feng Qiao both looked at Li Tian strangely. They had been in seclusion for three days, but why did they feel that the attitude of the people on the ship towards Li Tian was strange?
"Change the helm!" A loud shout was heard. Then, a white sailboat slowly approached Magpie mountain from the sea.
Magpie mountain wasn't a single mountain. It was a series of mountains that consisted of several other mountains.
The White sailboat approached the mountains and slowly moved into the abyss.
The Green Mountains on both sides of the river faced each other, and the lonely sail was cast into the blue sky.