It was said that Yan mountains were on a dragon’s vein; rising from west at the Yang River, and at the east linking the Shanhai Pass, facing the Taihang mountains across the waters. To the east of the Yan mountains was, in fact, Mount Wuling; Li Shiyi, because of A Yin, had a bit of a relationship with this place, and somewhat took into consideration her complexion, but in fact saw that her expression was in fact as usual, remaining that spring liveliness in appearance, and, at that, relaxed a bit. The Chaohe River meandered like a dragon’s spine, and was one of the ones which wound around the Yan mountains; the mountain range wasn’t very high, and at this moment, waking from hibernation, was, in fact, sporadic greenery. Following around the Chaohe River halfway, arriving at Gubeikou, the hun spirit command strip that Tu Laoyao held in his hand in fact began to make faint movements, a bit like a chick which had recently broken out of its shell and was pecking at feed, softly jolting o