Outside the Hengduan Mountains, Zhong Lin and Jiang Yuan each on horseback slowly walked along the mountain path.
Although it was a desolate mountain range, one could still see various powerful factions continuously entering one by one.
Jiang Yuan's eyes were full of envy and longing. These people before her were representatives from various forces, be it sects, noble families, or loose cultivator experts. If they were willing to help the Jiang Royal Family, there would be no need to sell the ancestral treasures.
Zhong Lin turned his head to glance at Jiang Yuan, naturally understanding what was on her mind.
