After a while, a high mountain that pierced straight into the belly of the night sky appeared before Chen Hao and Ye Yuqiao.
Upon seeing this mountain, Chen Hao immediately reined in his horse and exclaimed with a look of surprise, "Yuqiao, this mountain is so tall!"
Ye Yuqiao, who was lying in Chen Hao's embrace, opened her eyes, which were glittering with tears. But at that moment, Chen Hao couldn't see the tears in her eyes.
"This mountain is the one I mentioned to you before, the tallest in the Netherworld—the Not-High Mountain, totaling more than twenty thousand meters," Ye Yuqiao said with a somewhat raspy voice.
"Not-High Mountain!" Chen Hao smiled faintly, "It's obviously the tallest mountain in the world, yet it's called Not-High, which is indeed strange!"
At this moment, Chen Hao's attention was fully captivated by the highest peak between the worlds of yin and yang and he failed to notice the sadness in Ye Yuqiao's arms.
