The buildings within the ancient monastery were of an elongated shape, strung together like sugarcoated haws on a stick, with a dilapidated mountain path leading to a small gorge a hundred meters away,
Ye Fan and Jiang Yue followed the ruined mountain path to the side of the gorge, where steep mountains flanked both sides. Ahead, there was no path left, and to proceed meant facing a deep valley that reached a hundred meters down. Ye Fan glanced around and spotted a narrow trail on the sheer rock face, smiling as he said, "Jiang Yue, we've known each other for so long, but I've never seen you use your qinggong."
