As the saying went, misfortune never came alone. When someone was down on their luck, even a sip of water could get stuck between their teeth.
At that moment, those words could not have been more fitting for the group from the Broken Mountain Martial Arts Hall and the Xianghong Martial Academy.
After their encounter with the Two-Headed Wolf Demon Beast, the surrounding prey seemed to have been frightened back into their dens. Even if they had to endure hunger, they refused to come out and court death.
Aside from their earlier catches, the people from the two martial academies had not seen so much as a hair.
The competition lasted three days, and the provisions they had brought should have been enough. But the snow seemed to be deliberately targeting every martial artist, blotting out the sun as it descended upon the world once more.
Left with no choice, Duan Xuan led everyone to a cave.
He had discovered it as a child while climbing the mountain with Zhao Rui and Liu Chunmei. It had always served as their secret base.
The cave was tiny. Only by occupying nearly every available foothold did they barely manage to squeeze everyone from both academies inside.
"Senior Brother Zhang, look! That little figure drawn up there looks like Senior Brother Duan!"
"Hahaha, now that you mention it, it really does! That skinny, dark little fellow looks exactly like Junior Brother Duan when he first joined the Broken Mountain Martial Arts Hall last year!"
"There's more over here. Sheesh, this handwriting is hideous.
Today, Old Zhao, Old Liu, and Old... what does this say?
Swore brotherhood unto death within this cave abode. Zhao is the eldest brother, and Liu is the third sister.
What is this supposed to say?
What a mess. Mostly,