Chapter 982

After another two hours of trekking, Wyatt checked his map and realized he was close to the location where Gerald had hidden the scroll. Just then, a voice echoed from up ahead, "Where exactly is that thing?" Was there anyone there? Wyatt's heart skipped a beat. He immediately darted behind a large tree, peering ahead cautiously. Despite the darkness of the night, Wyatt's eyes pierced through the gloom, revealing the scene as clearly as if it were daylight. He saw two men standing on a bluestone not far from his position. They were both dressed in old-fashioned robes. Their presence was strong. They looked like martial artists from some secretive sect. "That thing is buried at the peak of Skyview Mountain. We should be close. Let's dig it up soon," one of the men said. No way. Wyatt's expression shifted slightly. The place he was headed to was indeed a mountain peak shaped like an eagle's beak. Could it be the same Skyview Mountain they were talking about? Was it just a coincid