It was late October, and the autumn chill was deepening. Silence reigned over the mountain forest, shrouded in the dark of night.
Deep within Baitou Mountain stood a peak named Seven Pillar Peak. Though not particularly grand, its terrain was steep and exceptionally treacherous.
Zhao Lin and Liang Song were lying prone amidst a pile of rubble before Seven Pillar Peak, looking up at the mountain.
"See that mountain pass? It's the only way up," Liang Song said, pointing ahead.
For years, he had used his identity as a Hunter as a cover to secretly scout the area. He knew of several bandit lairs, and Seven Pillar Peak was one of them.
Zhao Lin stared intently and saw a natural mountain gorge.
The gorge's opening was extremely narrow, leading to a small mountain path that snaked upward between sheer cliffs.
'What an easily defended, hard-to-assault position!'
