Mo Xiaoqi was indeed not mistaken.
That secluded valley was not very far from the stockade, taking a little over an hour to reach, and as soon as he emerged through the lush growth of low bushes, the view abruptly opened up.
This small valley, tucked between several mountains, was a clearing filled with lush vegetation, with a narrow gap to the south that could only accommodate one person walking through, appearing deep and seemingly boundless at a glance.
Wang Anfeng dismounted his horse.
The three hundred riders behind him dismounted in unison and methodically.
It seemed that the valley had been undisturbed by outsiders for quite some time, with weeds grow wild everywhere; even snakes could be seen slithering among them. For now, the place was clearly not suitable for settlement.
