The young man fell to the ground, his hairband had long been untied, and he stared intently at the spot where the other had disappeared, gasping for air.
"Won't get far," the Black Cat deftly leaped onto his shoulder, bringing the Mountain Feather back to his hand.
"Which way should we chase?" Pei Ye asked hoarsely, ignoring the still bleeding wound on his body, and stumbling up, he headed towards the curtain doorway.
"...." The Black Cat furrowed its brow, "The formations on the other side must have been inscribed long ago...."
It rapidly contemplated what it had seen these past days, unable to come up with an answer at the moment, while Pei Ye, even without a clear goal, pressed forward, sword in hand.
"....I know that place," a weak voice suddenly came from behind him.
Pei Ye turned his head to see Meng Li leaning against the wall, pale-faced: "That iron-colored tall building, after two mountains to the north...."
