In the darkness of the night, many pairs of eyes were fixed on the Black Bear Valley Gate.
Over a dozen black-clad figures were swiftly approaching, taking advantage of the night.
Leading them was Er Yuehong, whose gaze was cold and resolute, scanning the mountain before him.
With a wave of her hand, the entire group immediately halted, blending seamlessly into the grass.
A pair of delicate hands held a compass, and her beautiful eyes were locked onto the mountains ahead.
"Boss, is this a blessed land?"
A man behind her asked in a low voice.
