Sea Dragon Mountain.
Like a dragon's head, the cliff's edge sports a hundred-meter waterfall cascading down, adding some delightful clamor to this tranquil little island. Beneath this waterfall, there is a small hut.
The hut is built by the mountain, with a bit of a rustic charm.
If it weren't for the spiritual Qi emanating from the tree in front of the door, revealing its extraordinary nature, if it weren't for the girl barely eighteen years of age sitting by the wooden fence, playing with two Dark Night Stones worth a hundred White Crystals each, no one would take a second glance at this hut, no one would have thought of its extraordinariness.
Those two Dark Night Stones are being toyed with in her hand, under the gentle sunlight showing their rounded side, yet any light that touches them is instantly devoured.
So no matter how smooth they are, they lack any luster.
"Ah Xiang, we have visitors."
