"Mist Mountain? You even managed to stay in that haunted place? I'm impressed," Xia Shang examined the plump male cultivator with a few glances, expressing his surprise.
"Our ancestor was fortunate to have found a safe spiritual vein, and we have since taken root there," Cao Xiangqing explained.
Upon hearing their conversation, Xi Ying reminisced in her mind and indeed recalled the place known as Mist Mountain.
It was a dangerous area located at the border between Yue Country and the Southern Border, with complex terrain, variable climate, and constantly veiled in the fog year-round. Apart from the locals, very few cultivators from the outside world would enter.
On the other hand, Xia Shang seemed to believe what Cao Xiangqing had said, or perhaps because he rarely interacted with anyone within the borders of Yue Country, he was excitedly discussing the topic of puppet refining with Cao Xiangqing.
