Falling Goose Pass.
The cultivator in charge of the pass, Marquis of An Hai, stood atop the outer wall of the city gate at this moment, gazing into a vast expanse of wilderness blanketed by white through the rain, his brow slightly furrowed.
"Is the Demon Race planning a major move again? Lately, more and more cultivators near Falling Goose Pass have encountered the presence of the Demon Race," the Marquis of An Hai's face was not a pleasant sight, it could even be said to be extremely grave, "Yet it has been less than five years since the last large-scale battle..."
The interval between large-scale battles launched by the Demon Race was not fixed, but at least they were supposed to occur at intervals of more than a decade. Why did an exception arise this time?
Where there is something abnormal, there must be a devil at play, this made the Marquis of An Hai feel very perplexed, even developing some ominous premonitions in his heart.
