Broken stones and ruined walls, weeds rampant.
Aside from the two towering pillars that still stood erect, one could vaguely discern the original shape of a mountain gate; the rest had all turned to rubble, scattered across the ground, concealed by the dense undergrowth and thicket.
In the quiet and deep valley, from time to time, an eerie bird's call would sound, echoing off the mountain walls, repeating mournful cries that surged from the very core of one's soul, engulfing one in boundless desolation.
Su Pan'er was so captivated that she remained motionless for a long time.
"Over these years, haven't you always wanted to find the Valley of Ghosts' location?"
Old Cheng's eyes were filled with nostalgia, his aged face seeming ever more weathered, "Right now, the Valley of Ghosts is within arm's reach. It's right before your eyes. Aren't you going to go in and take a look?"
