The Zhuhe Artifact

After lunch, everyone's spirits improved a lot. After tidying up, they went back on the road. Neither of them noticed that not far behind their caravan, a woman in strong clothing was looking coldly at the direction of the convoy.

The convoy marched all night, and early the next morning, it came to a valley shrouded in thick fog.

"Huh? We seem to be in the wrong direction..." Xiao Wu stepped down on the carriage in front and said, looking at the surrounding fog, "From the direction of the fog flowing here, this should be the bottom of a valley. Can't find the familiar twist in the road."

Fei Hong was chatting with Fei Li Ling in the carriage, and got out of the car quickly when he heard Xiao Wu's words. "Xiao Wu, is there any other way to tell?"