The Northern Boundary Mountain was tall and imposing. After leaving the Northern Boundary Mountain Demon Clan's territory, Jiang Qiu scrambled upward, sprinting with all his might. But every time he looked up, the white mist still seemed impossibly far away. The thick clouds that blotted out the sky pressed down on the mountainside, a distance he could never seem to close.
There was no extra food to be found while climbing the mountain. Aside from the packed snow that could quench his thirst, there was nothing to eat.
Before he knew it, Jiang Qiu was drenched in sweat, his legs aching. His pace gradually slowed. The slope beneath his feet hadn't steepened much, which meant he was still a good distance from the mountainside, to say nothing of the peak far above the clouds.
