After flying another hundred miles, Chen Nan finally flew out of the mountain range.
In the distance, there was a village ahead.
Chen Nan quickly flew over and landed at the village entrance, walking toward the village on foot. He only knew that Tian Han Mountain was in the west but didn't know its exact location, so he had to find someone to ask for directions; otherwise, he'd be flying around aimlessly like a headless fly.
Next to a large willow tree at the village entrance, an old white-haired man sat in a vine chair enjoying the shade.
This old man was not a cultivator. Although he was over a hundred years old, he looked lively and spirited, which was largely due to the rich spiritual energy in the Tao Realm.
Besides, the air here was fresh, unlike the mortal world, which was full of industrial pollution.
Chen Nan bowed and greeted him.
