Inside Old Mother Mountain, the snow was blindingly white.
Because he truly couldn't find the path, Duan Yun could only wander around the mountain.
He hoped to find one or two of those madmen from Thunder City, to infuse him with genuine Heroic Spirit and help guide the way.
Alas, there were none.
Not a single one.
No one suddenly realized that having the enemy of a hero guide the way was quite a challenge for Young Hero Duan.
It must be said, inconvenient transportation really makes killing a physically demanding task.
He began to understand why so many sects preferred to build their bases on high mountains, to start with, enemies seeking revenge had to climb mountains and cross ditches, exhausting themselves, while they could rest at ease.
This was also one of the reasons why the six major sects could besiege Bright Peak.
As the sky gradually darkened, the snowy mountains still reflected light, the smooth areas looked like a deep blue mirror, mysterious and beautiful.
