Sky Mountain was still covered in boundless snow.
On the mountain path, a group of cultivators was walking upwards. It was Ye Futian and the rest. As they ascended, their speed gradually dropped because the pressure was becoming larger and larger.
Han Lan, the young man from Taixuan Mountain, asked Ye Futian, "How long do we need to reach there?"
They had already been walking on Sky Mountain for quite a long while, and yet they still could not see the end, just like the previous time. Since Ye Futian had been to Sky Mountain, he should know the answer.
"I can't tell. If you want to reach the peak of Sky Mountain, you should not talk about how long you need. As we go higher, the pressure we experience will increase. The last bit will be the hardest," Ye Futian replied.
"You look so relaxed." Nan Yu from Nantian House glanced at Ye Futian.
"I have been here for many times, so clearly it'll be easier for me." Ye Futian smiled.
