The southern head of Xuanmi County Prefecture.
A teahouse in the East Market.
"It's been over half a month, and you remain indifferent, so composed?" Di Xing looked at Yun Shan, slightly frowning.
"I've already received half the incense spiritual energy of Zhang'an County. If this succeeds, it's a great achievement; if it doesn't, I lose nothing. Why should I worry?" Yun Shan listened with great interest to the storytelling downstairs, looking completely unconcerned.
"Aren't you afraid that the bizarre phenomena within Cloud Mist Mountain will be swallowed and disappear by that strange demon?" Di Xing frowned.
Seemingly hearing a captivating part of the story, Yun Shan chuckled: "You said it yourself, I've been at the top as the City God Temple priest and need to make room for others."
"Whether those bizarre phenomena in Cloud Mist Mountain live or die, what does it have to do with me!"
...
Achoo!
Deep within Cloud Mist Mountain, on a barren little hill.
