Dongling Mountain Range.
Nameless Mountain.
The peak is steep, with cliffs and exposed rocks on all sides.
On the top of the peak is a platform about ten zhang wide.
The entire platform seems to have been carved out with a knife and chisel.
On the platform, there are only three to five pine trees, the most conspicuous being a welcoming pine tilted toward Dongling City.
Aside from these three to five pine trees, the platform at the peak is devoid of excessive vegetation and flowers, exceptionally simple.
Standing on the mountain top platform, Dongling City completely enters Jiang Ning's view.
Pedestrians in the city are like ants, seemingly exceptionally small.
"It's a good place!"
Jiang Ning nodded immediately.
Then withdrew his gaze from the city.
The next moment.
A cold light flared suddenly, a long knife appeared in his hand.
Swish—
Swish—
Swish—
With casual swings of the knife, sword light flickered, and fierce winds scattered.
