In the deep mountains, breath turned to mist.
With Li Yan guiding them, the three naturally did not fear the dark. However, the mountain winds were quite strong, causing the torches to flicker unsteadily, illuminating the surrounding trees with their claw-like branches in a sinister manner.
Before long, they came upon a pool of water, the chill seeping into their bones and emitting a faint mist. Next to it stood a huge rock with three big vermilion characters inscribed on it: "Three Officials Pool."
Though it seemed eerie, Li Yan activated his divine skills and did not smell anything unusual. Instead, a refreshing burst of cool air filled his nostrils, clearing his head.
"This is the Three Officials Pool."
Wang Daoxuan spoke up, "In the past, when Guanzhong prayed for rain, they would take this route. It's perilous, but the journey is also filled with wondrous sights. The Mugwort Plateau ahead is particularly dangerous."
