After speaking, the white-clad man turned and left, disappearing into the night.
Sun Hongwu lay on the ground, staring in the direction where the white-clad man had left, his eyes filled with fear and unwillingness.
"Who are you really..."
A week later!
The winter in Changbai Mountain came exceptionally early; it was only October, and the mountain was already covered in snow.
Zhang Yang, Jin Tuantuan, and Xia Xue were wearing thick down jackets, carrying mountaineering bags, and trudging with difficulty through the snowy mountain.
The cold wind of Changbai Mountain, mixed with snowflakes, slapped down mercilessly, stinging their cheeks.
Zhang Yang tightened his down jacket and looked up towards the main peak shrouded in thick fog, his brow furrowed.
The mark on the Sheepskin Scroll pointed to an ice cliff on the west side of the main peak, but this damn weather made it impossible to see the path, let alone find a hidden cave.
