Sometimes, the saying that good people die young while disasters live for a thousand years was truly correct.
Take Yan Kaixuan, for example. This fellow had always been a scourge, even a profligate son. Good Deeds never involved him, but bad things always did. He had lived nearly thirty years and done quite a few terrible things.
Yet someone like him had still survived after falling from the summit of the Snow Mountain. He really had a tough life.
When Chen Mo had previously used his Spiritual Sense to observe the Nine-story Tower, he had noticed something interesting in the valley. It was this fellow.
When Yan Kaixuan fell from the summit of Snow Peak Mountain, he had been on one side of the winding mountain road. That side was all slopes, without any cliffs or especially dangerous places, allowing him to preserve his life as he tumbled down.
Moreover, the Snow Mountain was covered in thick snow. Because of the earlier avalanche, the upper level of snow had already slid away. The remaining snow would not collapse without major disturbance.
Thus, the snow had slowed him down, and by the time he reached halfway up the mountain, he gradually came to a stop.
Although this fellow was not particularly capable and had relied on Pills to force his cultivation upward, he was still a Martial Artist at Houtian Layer Four and possessed some strength. With what little experience he had and his own abilities, preserving his life had not been a problem.
After stopping halfway up the mountain, he had originally wanted to return to the winding mountain road he had taken uphill. However, he spotted footprints that disappeared toward the other side. Those footprints had been left by Chen Mo. Although Chen Mo had used movement techniques to