The little stream in the mountain ravine was in its dry season. With no rainfall, it relied on a small amount of groundwater to keep existing and was nearly dried up. Dead leaves clogged it into little pools of water. The water was cold, flowing in fits and starts. There were no red maple leaves in the mountains at this time; the bare trees, stripped of foliage, revealed rocks all over the slopes.
The temperature was slightly lower at higher elevations. Perhaps morning mist drifted through and condensed into frost on the branches.
Half the mountain was white with frost, half withered and barren.
The frost-covered scenery was beautiful. Perhaps that was why people believed immortals lived in high places.
Bai Yujun and Fat Head Tiger arrived at the eastern end of the mountain and climbed to the boundary between the frosted half and the withered half.
Having locked onto the location, she shoved both hands into her pockets, pulled up her hood, and teleported before a cliff face. The mountain rock was roughly three stories tall. Frost coated the ancient pines atop the cliff, while a thick layer of yellowed dead leaves lay at its base. Fat Cat sank into the leaves, with only the tip of his tail showing as he waded over. He turned the leaves over, exposing the damp, rotting ones beneath and leaving an obvious trail behind him.
Pulling her gaze back and looking down from high above, Bai Yujun and Fat Head Tiger stood precisely at the mouth of a gigantic beast lying prone.
A certain someone lowered her head and looked beside her. Fat Cat, covered all over in leaf fragments, lay atop a log and vigorously sharpened his claws.
"Big Head, dig a hole."
The tiger follower returned to his ferocious tiger