First Arrival in Kunlun

Kunlun Mountains.

Peter followed Daniel up the mountain. Neither of them had brought any protective gear, cold-weather equipment, safety ropes, or other safety supplies. Wearing windbreakers, carrying phones, and shouldering backpacks, they simply started climbing. If anything happened, they would become prime material for a mysterious disappearance case years later.

Old Wang, who had come to meet them, did not follow them up. He was an ordinary person through and through; accompanying them to the foot of the mountain was already the end of his job. The rest of the journey had to be traversed by these two superhumans themselves. As Peter walked, he watched Daniel expertly leap left and right, moving nimbly through the rugged terrain formed by glacier compression. He looked around again. It was October, yet this mountain was already a vast expanse of white.

"Are you sure you won't step into some snow pit?"

"I know Kunlun very well, and the circulation of qi lets me sense my surroundings."

As Daniel spoke, he took off his windbreaker and stuffed it into his backpack, then took a deep breath. Peter hurriedly looked around, making sure this was a route no normal person would ever take—a climbing route that did not exist to mountaineers. If they happened to run into anyone and that person saw this, they would probably think Daniel was suffering from hypothermia.

"Hurry up, Peter. We're almost there. We're about to reach Kunlun."

"Really? Is there a temple at the summit, or a cave we pass through to get there?"

As Peter asked, he kept climbing and saw Iron Fist extend a hand toward him. He took it, and the instant they touched, the howling wind and snow around them subsided, while the steep mountain path beneath his feet turned into level ground. After staggering