Mo Yang followed Yang Qing and the others for two or three days, until they reached the foot of a small earthen hill.
The little hill stood on Sihai Shore.
The longer Mo Yang looked at it, the more familiar it seemed.
Then something came back to him.
"Could this be Rosy Cloud Mountain?"
Everyone said Rosy Cloud Mountain was just a little dirt slope, but Bu Er and the others had assumed that was merely an exaggeration.
Who would have thought it was actually true?
The Rosy Cloud Mountain before them was nothing more than a small hill, only a little taller than a dirt slope.
Could this tiny hill really hold a road to heaven?
Whoever had started those rumors must have been quite capable.
Yet as Yang Qing narrowed his eyes at the little dirt slope before him, he had a thought unlike anyone else's.
Since Rosy Cloud Mountain's fame had spread so far, it surely was not because it looked like a little dirt slope. There had to be another reason.
"Since we're here on business, let's not waste any more time. It's still early. We'd best head up the mountain."
Seeing that Bu Er and the others were still trying to work out what made Rosy Cloud Mountain special, Yang Qing started walking up it.
After all, even Emperor Zhetian had stayed here for seven times seven—forty-nine days. That was proof enough that Rosy Cloud Mountain was far from as simple as it appeared.
Whatever wonders the mountain held, they only needed to see for themselves.
Although Rosy Cloud Mountain was only a little dirt slope, the path up it had been made very wide.
Presumably, plenty of people came here often.
A wider path would make it easier for them to walk.
The mountain