Gao Xian had been cultivating in the mountains every day lately, and he felt he had made great progress. But he didn't like fighting other cultivators to the death.
In his view, this kind of cutthroat competition was too cruel, far beyond any necessary limit.
A blizzard had suddenly hit, and it was cold enough to freeze someone to death. He was even less inclined to go into the mountains.
Zhu Qiniang said coolly, "I take you with me every day and haven't complained of being tired. And now you're the one who doesn't want to go?"
"Qiniang, I was wrong. It's not that I don't want to go. I was just thinking it's too cold, so we could take a couple of days off." Gao Xian hurriedly apologized, putting on his best obedient act.
"With the heavy snow closing off the mountains, the demonic beasts will stay in their dens, and the herbs will be buried under the snow. No one will go into the mountains in weather like this."
Zhu Qiniang grew serious. "I came to remind you of something. Winter is here, so the cultivators in the mountains will all return to Flying Horse Market to spend it.
"At least a few thousand cultivators live deep in Soaring Snake Mountain. They're a law unto themselves. When they settle in Flying Horse Market, there's bound to be trouble. You have to be careful..."
The cultivators who lived in Flying Horse Market never went too far into the mountains. They were considered law-abiding there and wouldn't cause trouble.
But the cultivators who spent all year in Soaring Snake Mountain were different. They had little regard for Flying Horse Market and were far more domineering and ruthless.
Every year, once winter came, this group of cultivators caused a whole slew