Shu Mountain Prefecture.
Mount Emei.
The scenery of this mountain was exquisite. It stretched on for who knew how far, its forests lush and green, immortal aura curling through the air. It abounded in spiritual herbs such as solomon's seal, poria, and ginseng.
Herb gatherers and woodcutters swore they had seen immortals in these mountains, and now and then, flashes of flying sword-light could be spotted. This drew no small number of young martial wanderers, scholars, and poets... all seeking immortality and the Dao.
Yet... the vast majority simply wandered through the deep mountains and old forests for a long while before stumbling back out in a sorry state. Some were even eaten by wolves, tigers, and leopards.
At the foot of Mount Emei.
A mountain village, wisps of cooking smoke rising into the air.
"Brother Yu, heading out to hunt again?"
Several Fang Family elders sat on the bluestone steps outside their homes, smoking dry tobacco. When they saw Aaron, they greeted him with broad smiles.
A hundred years ago, their branch of the family had been led by their ancestor, Fang Leshui, to settle at the foot of Mount Emei, successfully escaping the endless ravages of war.
Now, a new dynasty had risen outside, and the land had fully entered a golden age. The Fang Family had also multiplied in number, forming a village.
Fang Yu had been born and raised in this village.
"Yeah!"
Aaron wore clothes tanned from animal hides and carried a horn bow on his back as he answered with a smile.
Since he had decided to conceal his identity, he was playing this role with great seriousness.
After entering the deep mountains, he chose a direction and began crossing mountains and rivers.
There was no doubt...
The direction he had seemingly chosen at