I learned how to slay gods in a mental hospital. Chapter 1712: One Year Later

"Old man, may I ask in which direction the Qilian Mountains lie?" In front of a village with wisps of cooking smoke, a figure wearing a bamboo hat stopped an old man and asked politely. The old man was dressed in coarse hemp clothes, his shoulders bent under the weight of a heavy carrying pole, and his entire body was tanned dark. He curiously sized up the young stranger before him. "Young man…