Mianfeng Mountain, within Shangyu County.
Han Chan walked alone along the winding mountain path, heading straight for the summit.
He had traveled this path once before, so he was reasonably familiar with the surroundings. This was hardly a blessed mountain retreat with excellent feng shui. Instead, many enormous beasts roamed the mountain, and few people normally came here. Only some bold hunters regularly ventured in to hunt.
Han Chan's senior martial uncle, Red Leaf Monk, cultivated in seclusion on this mountain. He was solitary by nature and cared little for fame or wealth. Perhaps he had chosen to practice ascetic cultivation here so that no one would disturb him.
Under the blazing midday sun, Han Chan reached the summit along the familiar route, carrying doubts and confusion in his heart.
The sky was cloudless and the sunlight bright. Ahead lay a suspension bridge a little over a hundred meters long.
Han Chan remembered that once he crossed this bridge and saw a gray stone stele, he would have reached Senior Martial Uncle Red Leaf's place of ascetic cultivation.
His senior martial uncle had laid a Grand Formation barrier beyond the suspension bridge. Anyone seeking an audience needed only to project their consciousness into the stone stele to call him, and they would then be invited inside the barrier.
Red Leaf had laid the Grand Formation to separate reality from illusion, mainly to keep people and fierce beasts from disturbing him. It rather evoked the feeling of a single day of quiet cultivation within, while spring passed into winter beyond the mountain.
The suspension bridge was old and dilapidated, swaying as though about to collapse.
Han Chan simply leaped up, his toes lightly touching the worm-eaten bridge planks as he sped across.
A few breaths later, he landed steadily on the