Qin Sang crushed the jade talisman in his hand and stared intently. He could see Qiongzhe Mountain shrouded in thick fog, with a large formation sealing off the mountain. Cultivators inside were fully armored and hurried about, the atmosphere extremely tense.,Qin Sang had better choices, she naturally rejoiced for Qin Sang, but also worried about the difficulty of meeting in the future. But since she chose not to acknowledge each other, she had to silently endure the heartache.,Qin Sang sat in Qiong Zhe Mountain, keeping Xin Sheng behind, and asked: "Do you know if there are trade routes to the Witch Clan in the Dark Region"。