Proper Arrangements

The time spent using the magic power of the Demonic Thought Divine Technique seemed short, but in reality, a day had passed.

"Imperial Preceptor, you're here," said King Zhenluo, who was originally sitting down, as he saw the blood-red light fly into the hall and quickly stood up.

"Your Majesty, have you chosen the mountain range?" Zhang Chen asked.

"I've already chosen it. Imperial Preceptor, please take a look. It's here." King Zhen Luo pointed to a map on the table.

Zhang Chen glanced at it and nodded with satisfaction.

According to the map, it was a vast mountain range called the Fallen Phoenix Mountain. It was located on the other side of Zhenluo Kingdom's border, far from the territory of the White Bone Hall.

"Alright, I'll borrow this mountain range. Your Majesty, please give an order that no one else is allowed to approach," Zhang Chen said.