At the foot of the mountain, beyond the dense fog, stood many strange people.
Men and women, young and old, all took different forms. Their one common trait was that they all seemed steeped in evil or demonic aura; not a single one looked normal.
Whenever the mountain wind briefly stirred the fog open, they peered upward and could glimpse an exquisite, luxurious building, only for it to be hidden again in the blink of an eye. All sorts of strange folk pointed at the fog, seemingly hoping to unravel its secrets.
Mysterious and unfathomable mountain mist, a pavilion that had appeared for no reason at all.
Logically speaking, one should have been able to judge the level of an array from the details of the mist. Yet the many demons, Ghostly Entities, and other fiends could find no trace of an array. It looked naturally formed, which was simply inconceivable.
At the mountain peak, inside the shop on the first floor.
A certain Bai enthusiastically helped package the straight saber and threw in a two-foot length of thin cord.
Fat Head Cat stood with both front paws on the threshold, seemingly wanting to rise up and look down at the evil demons below the mountain.
Bai Yujun eagerly ran to the gunpowder weapons counter.
She took out an antique pistol used as a display piece. Its grip, made of precious wood, curved just right, and naturally it was covered in carvings and decorations. It had originally used a flintlock mechanism, but Bai Yujun had found that unreliable and converted it to percussion-cap ignition. Because loading it was troublesome, it could only serve as a display.
"Thousand-Household Officer Ge, those enemies of yours are waiting for you below the mountain."
As she spoke, she kept working, pouring gunpowder into the