The Imprisoned Immortal Temple is hidden within this mountain. But even if he uses his Primordial Spirit Observation now, he might not find that path. Only on the full moon when the sun and moon alternate, and the world's energies fluctuate, will that path appear.
"Hmm!?"
As he reached halfway up the mountain, the dense forest ahead rustled with sounds. Zhang Fan stopped in his tracks, showing a strange expression.
Could there be wild boars on this mountain?
As he was thinking, a small head popped out from the sea of flowers and herbs, resembling a rabbit. A ponytail adorned with withered leaves and a pair of round eyes stared at Zhang Fan.
"Lin Jianyue!?"
"Rich brother!?"
Lin Jianyue stood up. Unlike the previous encounter in Luoxia Town, this time she was wearing a loose Daoist Robe, carrying a bamboo basket, holding a hoe, her fair jade-like hands stained with dirt.
