As darkness settled in, the grandness of Mount Tai became even more evident.
Walking on the stone steps, one couldn’t help but feel disquieted by a sense of insignificance. When compared to the everlasting presence of this sacred mountain, everything seemed to be dwarfed and appeared insignificant.
Chu Feng was nimble on his feet. Dressed in a windbreaker, he clambered up the mountain along its long stone steps. Other mutants were clambering up the stairs with him. Some came from the Eight Vision Temple; some came from the Hollow Jade Temple; and some came from the Roaming Jade Temple.
It had been a battle fought between the strongest battalions, but since it was over, this place now belonged to these people. They were here to look for their opportunities.
