When the two came up from underground, it was already late—six o’clock, and darkness had fallen here.
At the foot of the main peak, Feiran and Yuan Cang were struggling with their men to search for the two.
From beginning to end, none of them believed that an avalanche like this could do anything to their master.
Beneath the main peak of North Mountain.
The snow that fell from the mountain peak blanketed all vegetation within twenty li (around 10 kilometers) enough to press down every creature nearby.
The fallen snow reached a thickness of five meters, and avalanches like this often occurred in North Mountain.
Xu Zhichun quietly explained the reason, and Zeng Xiaoyan and the others laughed, saying: Congratulations!
Xu Zhichun said: "So today’s lunch is on me—don’t be polite with me."
The three saw this, and so they no longer stood on ceremony.
A woman who can make ice jelly, gray tofu, and gray bean noodles must be clever indeed. Shopkeeper Tang grew intrigued: “Miss Xu, why not come inside and explain in detail?”
"No need, it’s just a few words. This fish skin can be made into something delicious, surely adding a new specialty dish to the Lotus Restaurant. Not only tasty, but easier to prepare. I wonder if Shopkeeper Tang is interested?"
Is it made with this fish skin?
Chu Yunli’s band of elite soldiers were also on edge. Not long after they passed the winding mountain path, it collapsed behind them. Fortunately, the place where they stood was safe.
“Lord Chu, the mountain slope in the distance has collapsed…” An officer rushed over to report.
Chu Yunli glanced at the mountain above and the village below, then said, “Continue forward.”
In the Marquis’s residence, Ning’an Courtyard, the oil lamps were lit.
At the instant Jiang Ning heard the news, her face turned deathly pale, blood drained away, her body swayed. Though the oil lamps lit the room, her vision darkened in waves, everything blurred.
“The mountain has collapsed…”
Gong Liu lifted both hands, two enormous water dragons gradually forming behind him. In the eerie voice, killing intent could not be concealed—like serpent tongues in the dark, flicking out to claim the prey’s life.
"Hmph, same to you!"
The two men’s spiritual energies clashed, each sickened by the other. Su Liu’s wrist, gripping his sword, was already numb, his fingers trembling—he cursed Heaven for not granting him more time to cultivate.
