Quickly, they avoided the tourists exploring the mountain and entered the foggy, treacherous, secluded areas of Mountain Hua.
At noon, the sun rose high, and it seemed like the frost had lessened a bit. Wrapped up in a coat and hat, Han Gao finally blurted out: "Damn, I'm freezing!"
"Fatty, with all that fat and still afraid of the cold," Gong Jiu, used to teasing these people, mocked Han Gao, who pouted and rolled his eyes.
"It's precisely because of so much fat that he's afraid of the cold. He's fat, exposed to more cold, so he's cold~" Brother Ma said importantly, humming a tune with a cigarette in his mouth while climbing, infuriating Han Gao who chased after him.
Perhaps even though this group had faced life and death together many times, they rarely strolled leisurely to enjoy the scenery, since their main purpose this time was the Mount Hua Swordsmanship Conference, with high safety and relaxed moods.
