The night turned even darker. Cui Hao and the others were crossing the mountain, having gone around the crumbled path. Thanks to the explosion earlier, they were certain that the assassins of the Unrelenting Tower had not given up. With a final burst of insanity, they decided to push on even if they didn't know if the Exterior-level experts had intercepted the assassins in time. If they had not, then they would take it that they were just passers-by. If they had, they could challenge themselves to fight the golden stair assassins and claim their reward.
The mountain road extended into the darkness of the night amid the cold winter wind. It crossed layers and layers of pine trees and went around the cliffs until they arrived at a natural shelter. The north wind had greatly diminished here. There was a shrine that sat on the side of the path up ahead. They could see the dim light of flames, giving them a sense of warmth at dusk.
