The snow on Changbai Mountain was falling heavier and heavier. Old Ears climbed up the ridge, gazing at the distant village: "Look, that's Erdao Baihe Town. I have an old friend there, someone with considerable connections on Changbai Mountain. We'll know if your Aunt Ping is alright once we ask him."
Chen Ji looked at Old Ears with skepticism: "Will it really help?"
Old Ears, slightly annoyed, replied: "Don't believe me? I've worked so hard to help you escape..."
Chen Ji interrupted: "Do you remember I originally boarded the ship to avoid disaster? Instead, you brought me here where I'm still on the run."
Old Ears felt a bit awkward and started walking down the mountain, mumbling to himself: "This old man bet his face to help you retrieve those five swords."
The two spent four hours climbing up the mountain and another four hours descending. By the time they reached the edge of Erdao Baihe Town, it was already dark.
