Seventh Yan transformed into his dragon form in a huff and headed for Martial Mountain with the two people on his back.
The Hidden Night Pavilion's capital branch was built deep within Martial Mountain, whose steep, natural barrier prevented most people from coming here.
Only small groups of adventurers would trek up the mountain; however, they wouldn't venture deep into the heart of Martial Mountain. Most of the time, they would just go hunting in the outskirts.
Hence, it had been rather tranquil in the many years that the Hidden Night Pavilion had stationed itself on Martial Mountain.
Qiao Mu followed the crown prince to the side of a cliff, watching as he imprinted his palm into a rock block nearby, which caused a stone door to open up in the originally dead end cliffside.
The two people then walked in while holding hands, leaving our dear little Seventh Yan trailing behind them in a huff.
