C977 Xiao Yun Qian

It was the wee hours of the morning outside.

The sky was just beginning to lighten, casting a dim glow. But for cultivators, such conditions posed no issue.

Most cultivators were resting in various spots around Ten Thousand Deer Valley, with Magic Treasures and Caverns set up. Those without such treasures found suitable places to sit cross-legged and meditate.

Others gathered in small groups