Along the snow-brushed steps, a young Ku He and a distraught Xiao En began to ascend the frost-bitten mountain. The look upon Xiao En’s face thawed somewhat, allowing him to once more express a range of differing emotions, from excitement, to anxiety, to fear.
Ku He possessed no fear; he only harbored a fervent fanaticism. He was a monk, and he had made it his life’s goal to touch the temple’s door and kneel upon the stone steps of that sacred place in worship of its divinity.
