"Need me to carry you on my back? Do you really think I'm old? Let me tell you, I have several years left to live!" Murong Yuanqing scolded as he stomped his way upwards.
Li Yifei followed behind with a large black box, thinking to himself, "The old man seems a bit off today. Could it be some past grudge with the person on the mountain?"
A few minutes later, they both reached halfway up the mountain. There was a platform here, neatly arranged, clearly man-made. Li Yifei even saw traces of rocks that should have been prominent were trimmed off. Wait, the traces on these stones... Li Yifei's eyes immediately widened as he realized that the marks on the shaved stones were imbued with sword energy.
