Wang Chen looked up at the mountain peak spanning before him.
This three-thousand-zhang-tall peculiar peak, its upper half enveloped by large swathes of cloud and mist, concealed its entirety from view.
Starting from the lower part of its waist, the mountain's surface was covered with white snow, and the exposed rocks, jagged and rough, resembled a giant beast speckled with spots.
The cultivators ascending the mountain chose different climbing paths, and they soon disappeared from sight.
Some chose the longer, roundabout routes, avoiding the most perilous parts of the mountain terrain.
They clearly did not take the ferryman's warning to heart, believing their luck wasn't that poor.
But Wang Chen was not here to test his luck, nor did he think the Xu-surnamed cultivator was bluffing him, so he embarked on the arduous journey to traverse White Fur Peak.
