C523 The Last Trick

At the break of dawn, the Flying Spirit Mountain Range lay in utter silence. The sky was faintly lighting up, the night ready to retreat, and the first light of day gently roused the slumbering creatures. A crisp chill hung in the air, and a gentle morning breeze swept through, leaving the atmosphere cool and serene—a picture of tranquil beauty.

In the Back Mountain of the Flying Spirit Sect