As the number of martial arts experts increased, taverns, inns, and teahouses grew livelier.
Especially in the early morning, taverns were packed with all kinds of people.
Travelers passing through, newly arrived martial arts experts, and local residents.
"The cave mansion has really appeared?"
That startled cry immediately drew the attention of those around them.
The speaker was a young swordsman with a longsword hanging at his waist, bearing himself with impressive grandeur.
Three young swordsmen sat beside him, each one equally spirited and heroic.
They chatted and laughed loudly, as though no one else existed.
"That's right. It's called the Flying Snow Cave Mansion." Another young man slowly nodded. "But the troublesome part is that this cave mansion isn't fixed. You need luck to see it."
"It isn't fixed?... What does that mean?"
"It is as though it has grown legs and can move on its own. It may be here today and gone tomorrow. Only with sufficient luck can you see it."
"Isn't that far too strange?"
"The world is vast, and nothing is too strange. Though this is bizarre, it isn't all that bizarre."
"At any rate, I've never seen a cave mansion like this."
"These Cave Mansions have been passed down since ancient times. How many could we possibly have seen?" Another young man shook his head. "How can we find it?"
One of the young men asked, "Brother Li, you saw it. Did you go inside?"
The dignified young man shook his head and sighed. "I merely glimpsed it from afar, and it vanished."
"That's such a pity."
"Then how did you encounter it, Brother Li?"
"I have no idea either. I was wandering aimlessly outside the city when I suddenly looked up and saw it in the distance. By the time I approached, it