Chương 870: Chapter 611 Sword of Divine Thought

At this time, it was the afternoon, and the bright sunlight shone in the verdant mountains and forests.

A mossy stone step path led to the mountaintop.

Mo Hua climbed the steps with light and graceful steps, humming a tune all the while.

But when he arrived in front of the dilapidated temple, he stopped dead in his tracks.

"No one?"

The temple was desolate, with no sign of anyone, and Divine Thought detected no presence of the Mountain God.

Mo Hua looked closely and saw that the offerings on the altar table, a few steamed buns, had gone moldy and a few fruits had dried up, not knowing how long they'd been there.

There was no meat on the altar table, only a wine cup.

The cup was full, but not with wine; instead, it held rainwater that had flowed down from the eaves during the drizzling mountain rain, its surface clear but the bottom muddied with sediment.

It looked bleak.

Mo Hua felt a twinge of sympathy.

What a pitiful Mountain God.

"Lord Yellow Mountain?"