Qingyang City

The vast heavens and earth stretched beneath a blanket of white snow, the scenery breathtakingly beautiful. But even the loveliest sights grew tiresome after you looked at them long enough.

As Bai Yang and his party traveled across the boundless land, they stopped and started along the way. With beautiful company, their sightseeing trips through mountains and rivers were hardly dull. In particular, Ya Ya, Silver Wolf, and Red Ball—the three little ones—often got up to things that left everyone laughing helplessly, filling their journey with countless bursts of laughter.

"Young Master, once we cross that mountain up ahead, we'll be able to see Qingyang City," Zhao Shi reported, hurrying over from the front.

It had been five days since Bai Yang and the others left Gourd Valley. They had passed through more than ten cities and traveled thousands of miles, and now they were nearing Qingyang City.

Qingyang City was the seat of Qingyang Prefecture, and its prosperity ranked among the best in the entire Chen Dynasty. It had more than a hundred million permanent residents alone—a mighty city beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Bai Yang nodded. "Come on, let's see what this grand prefectural city looks like. We can sample the local delicacies while we're at it."

"How many mighty cities have we seen on this trip already? I bet it won't be anything special," Hu Zi muttered from the side, then ran ahead to lead the way.

Bai Yang and the others had not taken the main road. Instead, they traveled through the wilderness, taking in the sights of untamed nature.

A mountain ten thousand feet tall rose before them, blanketed in snow like a giant of ice. Its sheer cliffs and perilous peaks were difficult even for nimble apes to climb, and it stood in