They headed north together, killing more than a dozen robbers and raiding three bandit camps on mountain tops.
Huang Yuanji wiped the fresh blood off his blade and asked, "Is there really an Immortal Mountain up north?"
"According to what the comrades in the army said, there is indeed one. If we travel another 500 miles and search the mountains, even if we don't find it, there's no loss for us."
In a dilapidated temple amidst bleak winds and bitter rain, two former warriors who once enjoyed riches under Chong Houhu, now only huddled by a campfire in this broken temple, eyes fixated on two mountain chickens roasting on the fire, with no sound of pleasant silk and bamboo music, only the cracking sound of wood in the bonfire left.
"You and I are both over forty this year. Isn't it too late to start seeking immortality and inquiry?" Huang Yuanji had doubts in his heart; he wasn't planning to run away, but he wanted some affirmation from Jin Kui.
But Jin Kui shook his head.
