When Dog Song saw this, a strange gleeful glint flashed in his eyes. He chuckled to himself, "You will be in for a treat! You dare look for trouble with Fangzheng? Heh, heh."
An hour later, Ouyang Huazai and his family, Jiang Songyun, as well as the people from Black Mountain City's Calligraphy Association, finally finished climbing up Mt One Finger. Although it had snowed previously, the people before them had opened up a path, so it was a lot easier to scale the mountain.
But even so, these people who led comfortable lives were still exhausted. By the time they reached the temple, they were already panting.
Jiang Songyun said with a bitter smile, "Finally, we can see the temple. Let's quickly go in and rest our feet. I'm dying of exhaustion."
However, when they looked up, they saw a huge group of people by the door. They were all sitting around, and someone had even lit a fire as the people circled around it.
