Grey Valley, as the name suggests, a gray valley.
The fierce wind howls between the empty valleys, fine stone dust drifting in the air.
The ground, the stone walls, and even the sky covered in dust—everywhere the eye can see is a shade of gray-black.
The undulating hills resemble frozen waves, layer upon layer surging from the edge of the horizon at the end of sight, transforming into a hard and lifeless gray, falling solidly before them, swallowing all vitality.
Xia Nan reached out his hand, gently rubbing the gray stone walls beside him, feeling the cold, rough texture on his fingertips.
He couldn't help but compare the ashen valley before him with the stones of the goblin nest and the lime on the "Dampening Coin".
It was indeed the same color.
"Are you familiar with this valley?"
He casually asked the question to Leon beside him.
