C1266 Old place

It was ten in the morning, and although it was only the early morning, the Maoshan's main peak was already shrouded in mist and clouds, like a fairyland. Furthermore, the mountain roads were packed with people who wanted to pay their respects. They were like ants, clamoring endlessly.

However, this kind of noisy scene only stopped at the main peak of Maoshan, but at the side of the mountain