Having traveled farther from the village until not a single person was in sight, Fang Bai felt free to fully exert himself, deploying his movement technique at full speed, with only the whooshing of the wind by his ear.
As the saying goes, distant hills look near.
Standing at the entrance to the village and gazing northward, one might think the continuous mountain range was close to the village, but in reality, to approach the mountains was to discover they were quite distant.
At Fang Bai's current pace, it took him nearly half an hour at full speed to reach the edge of the mountains.
The rugged terrain filled with rocks and stones posed no hindrance to Fang Bai; his legs moved as if he were flying, weaving through the small paths between the mountains, until he arrived at the foot of a peak two thousand meters high and finally halted.
This peak was the tallest within tens of miles around, steep and perilous.
