Five days later, Qin Wudao and his entourage arrived at Baruch City in the western Qin Empire. Standing on the city wall, they gazed westward.
There stood a majestic, divided mountain peak, shrouded entirely in dark fog, its summit invisible. Powerful sealing energies coiled around it, making it appear incredibly mysterious.
"Your Highness, this is a natural relic, but whether a Tier 4 Mustard Seed World lies within is still impossible to determine!" Jia Xu stood beside him, fan in hand, his intelligent eyes sparkling with keen insight.
Behind them, Wu Ming, Wang Lingling, and Peng Shizhuang stood respectfully, listening intently, not daring to interrupt.
"Let's go to the City Lord's mansion for now. Considering the time, the prodigies from the other factions should be arriving soon."
Qin Wudao nodded calmly. Since he hadn't entered the Ghost Tomb, he couldn't discern any specifics and turned to descend the city wall.
