In the early morning, on the vast Xixia Plain, a bizarre tent shaped like a Mongolian tent stood tall in the morning light.
This tent seemed like an ordinary traveler's tent, but the eerie evil qi that emanated from it informed the world that this was none other than the famed Yan City No.9 on the mainland.
Unlike the bustling past, the present Yan City No.9 appeared somewhat desolate. The reason was that the two founders of Yan City No.9, Ghost Emperor Wu Chong and Yan Jiu, were nowhere to be found. Although this news hadn't spread, the management of Yan City inevitably experienced some impact.
A snow eagle with thick feathers flapped its wings and darted into that tent.
As the snow eagle passed through the tent, a magnificent city emerged ahead.
A ghostly figure swiftly flashed out, attempting to seize the snow eagle.
But to everyone's surprise, the seemingly low-grade spiritual beast suddenly dodged the person's grasp with a swift movement.
