Xiang Yang suppressed the strange thoughts in his heart and began savoring the tavern's small dishes. The taste was ordinary, far inferior to the chef's skill on Mangniu Ridge, but with no pressure on his mind, even plain food tasted delicious.
After eating and drinking his fill, Xiang Yang called over the tavern waiter, gave him a mace of broken silver, and asked where Little Merchant Mountain was.
According to the clue Liu Yin had provided, Ghost's Dread Sun Tao was currently roaming around the vicinity of Little Merchant Mountain. Xiang Yang was not a local of Shang Commandery and was unfamiliar with the area, so asking someone for directions was the proper course.
The waiter was a young man in his twenties.
First, he was delighted; then surprised; and finally, with a note of persuasion, he told Xiang Yang.
Little Merchant Mountain was a great mountain seventy li east of Chen County. Snow drifted over it year-round, and its climate was bitterly cold and harsh. Many fugitives wanted by the imperial court hid there.
Those fugitives were all vicious, bloodthirsty people, so Little Merchant Mountain was extremely dangerous. Very few people ordinarily went there.
Xiang Yang slapped the table. It had to be the place. He just did not know whether Sun Tao was still there, or whether Liu Yin Superior's grand gesture had frightened him into fleeing to Mangniu Ridge with thorns strapped to his back to beg forgiveness.
There was no use overthinking it. If he could not find the man, Xiang Yang would simply treat it as sightseeing. Besides, that place was blanketed in ice and shrouded in frost and snow—the perfect place to cultivate the Heavenly Frost Fist...
Xiang Yang headed all the way toward Chen County. Though he was in a hurry, he did