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A beam of sunlight with a hint of coldness penetrated through the half-collapsed roof into the room, illuminating the dusty interior.
Shattered tiles, broken beams, and ruined tables and chairs entered Chen Mu's field of vision one by one.
Looking outside through the half-remaining door, towering mountain peaks flanked the enormous valley, within which lay scattered debris of collapsed houses. The broken room beneath his feet was, in contrast, the most intact structure.
Although he had anticipated this, Chen Mu couldn't help but sigh in disappointment.
This was his fifth day since leaving Black Wind Hollow.
Following the rough directions provided by the gaunt elder, Yang, Chen Mu had carefully searched and finally found this valley more than two hundred li to the east of Black Wind Hollow.
The remnants he found indicated that people had once lived here; with high probability, this was the mountain stronghold where Elder Yang had resided years ago.