A sliver of hope that had risen in Lu Ran's heart was once again shattered.
Qianhua Ridge, desolate and uninhabited.
The cluster of dilapidated wooden huts and the dark tunnels of the cave together formed a relic, indicating that the Human Clan once gathered here.
Now, everything remained unchanged but there were no people, only little spirits haunting the place.
There wasn't even anyone to send a message to, where to search for the traces of Dust Shadow disciple, Qin Yanzhi?
After a round of searching, Lu Ran gradually became despondent. Although he gathered a vast number of Ghost Talisman Doll dead souls, the hope in his heart faltered once again, and the clues broke off...
Holy Spirit Mountain, vast and boundless.
To find one person, it was as hard as reaching the heavens!
Thinking of this, Lu Ran rode his horse in the sky, involuntarily lowering his head, searching for that immortal silhouette.
