If the Death Swamp is the Black and White Impermanence guiding the way, then the ridge of Qi Mountain is the Gate of Hell. Many adventurers around the world have tried, multiple times, in different seasons of the year, to cross this snow-covered mountain range, but they have failed again and again. Many of them couldn't even find their bodies.
One might end up in the stomachs of wild beasts, be swallowed by the swamp, or, if lucky enough to cross the marshland, they might finally meet their demise, shattering into pieces when crossing the ridge of Qi Mountain.
When Bai Chenyao and Li Mu changed their original plan and set off again in a different direction, an elderly man in a solitary villa thousands of miles away was watching the disappearance of the signal point, a hint of ruthlessness flashing through his eyes.
Shu Kaiqi, standing beside, couldn't help but frown.
"Could it be that something happened to Bai Chenyao?"
