The sun set in the west, over Jinzhong Canyon.
Atop a cliff, the three members of the Yan Organization stood quietly, gazing at the rolling river below and marveling at the splendor of nature.
From where they stood, the canyon was easily 400 or 500 meters wide just across, and the depth was nearly a thousand meters!
"How can there be a purple marsh in this world?" Li Mengnan puzzled aloud, still unable to figure it out.
Purple Marsh… sounds more like some kind of Demon Spirit Realm, doesn't it?
"No idea. It all happened hundreds of years ago." Du Yu sighed softly.
Li Mengnan: "The information says this stretch of river is over a hundred kilometers long. Are we just going to search all the way down?"
Actually, finding it shouldn't be that hard.
All three had Dust Spirit Deer, so flying above for a hundred kilometers or so was no big deal.
The problem was, if they searched from the air, they probably wouldn't find anything.
