As night fell, the land returned to tranquility.

Zhang Chu gazed at the night sky. On Zangwang Mountain, the moon was a slender crescent, while the outside world was as dark as ink.

Having stayed on Zangwang Mountain for 13 days, the moon had changed from full to waning.

At this moment, Zhang Chu glanced at Tong Qingshan and Little Grapes. The strength of the three of them was now formidable.