Bab 687: Cang Kuns Buried Treasure

"Brother Nanlong, did you speak correctly? The Moulan Plains?" The stern-faced cultivator frowned, speaking as if he couldn't believe what he had heard.

The other cultivators didn't fare much better. But since all of them were old eccentrics that had faced countless hardships, they were able to preserve their calm in spite of their turbulent emotions as they waited for Marquis Nanlong's reply.

Marquis Nanlong calmly explained, "Fellow Daoist misunderstands. I didn't mean that we would head deep into the Moulan Plains, merely fifty kilometers within its borders."