"We have arrived, just ahead is Thunder Mountain."
Mr. Wu said, pulling on the reins of his horse.
Ren Feng looked up, and at that moment, he couldn't help but be a bit astonished internally.
This Thunder Mountain was not what he had imagined. In his imagination, Thunder Mountain should at least be towering into the clouds, deserving of the name holy mountain, but the Thunder Mountain in front of him was obviously different.
It looked very ordinary, not very high, just over a thousand meters, but from a distance, it seemed to be set off by the surrounding peaks. A closer look revealed an aura of swallowing the sky and earth.
Ren Feng stared at it for a moment, suddenly feeling as if the mountain was shrouded in a faint layer of mist, making it completely unclear.
Strange indeed, this Thunder Mountain is somewhat eerie.
"Is this really Thunder Mountain?"
Liang Keqing's words carried a hint of disappointment.
