The mountain forest grew increasingly lush and dense, with towering ancient trees everywhere, tangled vines, and a variety of flowers and plants that Zhao Wujiang had never seen before.
Before long, Zhao Wujiang caught sight of a row of buildings perched on the edge of a towering precipice in the distance below.
Beneath the fading blood-red sun, they were draped in a hazy, crimson veil.
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