The great mountain stood majestically, its powerful and sharp-tipped form seemingly a masterpiece of nature. High on the mountain, bizarre rocks jutted out in various forms, creating a series of rhythmically appealing scenes.
Between the two mountains, there was a narrow, winding path. Below the path was a rapid river, and the path's width was less than two feet at its widest, making it difficult even for horses to pass. Standing on the path, looking up, the peaks seemed like swords piercing the sky, steep and treacherous.
"Marshal Chen, why are we here?" Looking at this winding path, Wei Qing dared not proceed on horseback for fear of a misstep leading to a fall.
Chen Mo dismounted and took a map from his chest, spreading it on the ground. He looked at the winding path before him, confirming it matched the map's route. He said, "Wei Qing, do you think this path could accommodate a large army?"
