After leaving Red Jade Temple, Shi Xiaole had no other place to go, so he decided to head for the Silver Bull Horn.
He also wondered how far he could get based on his own strength. On the other hand, there had always been a legend in the Great Cold State that whoever could climb to the fifth layer of the Silver Bull Horn would receive a special reward.
Although the legend was hardly credible, it always gave one a kind of motivation to verify its truth.
But Shi Xiaole was not in a rush.
He wanted to wait until the completion of the Death Claiming Thirteen Swords before going there, so he would be more confident. Meanwhile, the comings and goings of people in White Mountain City meant he could keep up with the news of the Martial World whenever he wanted.
After finishing his meal brought by the waiter and taking a rest, Shi Xiaole continued to ponder the Death Claiming Thirteen Swords.
Days turned to nights.
A month and a half later.
