Two days later, Zhang Yu gradually approached Peace Mountain. This time, he had been heading toward "Qigelis" Peak—the Goddess Peak.
Leaving the flat open plains behind, the terrain here gradually rose again. And as he moved farther and farther from Ruiguang, the temperature dropped considerably. The mountains stood grand and the peaks rose high; beneath the clear azure vault of heaven, quite a few Spiral-Horned White Oxen could be seen wandering about, tails swishing.
Fortunately, as a cultivator, his physique far surpassed that of ordinary people, so he did not feel much cold.
He reined in his horse near a high slope. The black horse beneath him snorted, puffing out a plume of white breath.
He patted it soothingly, then took out a handful of feed and gave it to the horse.
Just then, he sensed something and turned to look. Far below the hillside stood a man dressed in the robes of the Profound Residence, looking back at him at the same time. Without a doubt, it was the person who had pursued him several days ago. As expected, the man had not given up and had still followed him here.
When retreating that day, he had merely glanced at the man a few times without examining him closely. Now, however, he could properly observe this opponent.
The true age of someone with a certain degree of cultivation was generally impossible to determine. This man looked to be around twenty, with a pale face and a very tall but somewhat frail frame. Under the fierce wind, his Daoist robe seemed as though it had simply been wrapped around him. A sword hung at his waist as well, its blade somewhat broad, yet slightly longer than an ordinary sword.
In the Heart Lake Seal's reflection that night, the several cultivators