Two days later, Phoenix Mountain.
Mountain view in the north was nothing like that of the south, especially in the winter. Dead grass and withered trees rolled out in layers. From afar, one could only make out a vast sea of grayness.
Unlike Mount Emei, whose name was known far and wide with tourists pouring in throughout the year, Phoenix Mountain was deserted early in winter. Until the warmth of spring returned and the flowers started blooming, no one would visit the mountain; even the travelling agencies stopped sending touring groups in.
Right now, Gu Yu and Xiaozhai were ascending the mountain along a winding stone-paved path. They walked past the scenic area and continued deep into the mountains. Gu Yu then looked around and let out a sudden whistle, breaking the silence of the empty mountain.
Before long, scuffling footsteps approached them, together with a series of eager squeaks.
"Squeak!"
