The night breeze was slightly cool, with a trace of chill that seeped into the skin. But in this tail-end of summer, it brought comfort; after all, having endured the baptism of scorching heat, most people would welcome a bit more of this "coldness."
A young man ascended the mountain, step by step, slowly. Perched firmly on his shoulder was a Golden Coin Turtle, unmoving, as steady as Mount Tai.
The closer he got to the summit, the fresher the air became. Yet, this freshness was not due to altitude as commonly understood, but rather the increasingly dense concentration of Spiritual Energy in the surroundings.
