Changfeng Mountain stood majestically, its peaks carved as if by blade or ax, the jagged cliffs shimmered in the sunlight with a cold, iron-like azure tint.
An eagle skimmed over a solitary pine, its wings slicing through the clouds, shaking off a feather that slowly drifted towards the mist swirling in the valley.
Qin An paused at the mountain's base, the cold wind blowing against him, his eyes sharp as electricity, he whispered, "Indeed, a fitting place for a burial."
This place was far from Lingzhou, seldom visited by people, not even a proper path existed, only a rugged, hard-to-tread mountain trail.
"Clang!"
Qin An drew the Cold Star Saber at his waist, gripping it in a reverse hold, without a word of nonsense, he stepped onto the mountain path.
This journey was solely to take the head of the Monkey Elder, everything else was superfluous.
Thin mist lingered, Qin An's figure quickly vanished into the depths of the fog.
...
At the mountain's peak, the wild wind howled.
