C912 The River of Grief!

"Is this the place?"

Zhong Wen peered at the mountain shrouded in black smoke, his brow furrowed, feeling an instinctive aversion.

"According to Coal, this should be Mount Blight," Mariatu replied, nodding as she tenderly caressed the unconscious black armadillo cradled in her arms. "Supposedly, it guards a treasure it left behind. I wonder if that could awaken it