C1267 Old Place

It was very early in the morning. Although it was still early morning, the main peak of Mao Mountain was shrouded in mist and clouds, as if it was a fairyland. Furthermore, the mountain roads were packed with people who wanted to pay their respects. They were like ants, clamoring endlessly.

However, this noisy scene only stopped at the Mao Mountain's main peak. On the side of the Mao Mountain