The Longevity Temple sits atop a high peak.
Between the foot of the mountain and the summit, there isn't a well-formed path.
Ordinary people simply cannot reach the summit.
All those who visit the Longevity Temple are from merchant families with considerable strength.
Some have enough martial arts cultivation to climb to the summit on their own.
Others hire people to carry them up.
An elderly, prosperous-looking man wore a landlord hat.
Beneath him was a bamboo sedan chair, carried by four martial artists.
The martial artists moved quickly, leaping continuously over the jagged stones of the mountain stream. Their coordination was evident, showing it wasn't their first time doing such tasks.
The elderly man poked his head out, facing the fierce wind, squinting as he looked toward the summit.
In his eyes was a considerable sense of excitement.
"Everyone, there are indeed Longevity Pills in the Longevity Temple, right? I'd like to request one," the old man said.
"You? Heh."
