Jiang Li's cold gaze shot over.
Jiang Yan wisely shut his mouth.
Because he knew that if he said one more word, Jiang Li would have Ji Yanbai dispose of him in the mountains in the next second.
For the sake of his own life, he had better speak less.
So, during the next part of the journey, Jiang Yan became much quieter, which also significantly improved Jiang Li's mood.
Although Guanyun Mountain was desolate, its Feng Shui was indeed excellent. The air in the mountains was clean and refreshing.
The only downside was,
it was a bit too desolate.
Together with the winter's abundance of withered branches and fallen leaves, it carried an added sense of desolation.
After another half an hour, they reached the mountaintop.
A gray Daoist Temple suddenly appeared before them.
At the entrance was a winding pebble path flanked by two ancient pines.
