After Ye Xuan and the other two people crossed the vast plain, they soon saw a huge canyon. At the entrance of the canyon, two high mountains spanned like two gates. Behind the two high mountains, a magnificent hall could be seen faintly.

Ye Xuan looked at the hall and whispered, “Moco Clan?”

Zhan Jun nodded, “However, this should not be their den. As for where their den is, probably only Leader and the others know it.”

The bald man said softly, ...