The red shadow quickly disappeared, not knowing whether it had fled or hidden somewhere to covertly observe.
A line of people acted as though they were unaware of anyone's presence and continued on, approaching Rocky Mountain.
It was only when they were closer that Zhao Changhe realized this so-called Rocky Mountain was not at all what he had imagined.
In his imagination, it was just a pile of rocks, no bigger than a building. The closer they got, the more they realized that the mountain was not small at all, not like a building, but rather the size of a sizable residential complex, though its height was average, giving it a rather low and sprawling appearance, like a giant turtle lying in the desert.
And this "turtle" actually had a "tail."
A narrow, low ridge of desert rocks extended from the north of the mountain, stretching northward to another distant and snowy mountain range far in the north.
