The Caravan traveled along the rugged mountain road. Loose stones were continually crushed free beneath the horses' hooves and rolled down the steep cliffs into the bottomless valley.
Qu Zan reined in his mount and turned to ask Luosang, who was guiding him at his side, "How many more days until we reach Red Sun Mountain?"
"If the weather stays normal and we don't run into a Mountain Changing Face, it'll take less than seven days at most." Luosang tightened his reins and gazed at the endless snowy peaks ahead as he spoke. The climate in the mountainous regions of Mìdì was highly changeable. Many mountain passes would be clear in the morning, only for fierce winds carrying blizzards to descend suddenly in the afternoon. This was called a "Mountain Changing Face."
Once caught in one, even seasoned mule caravans could easily become trapped on the frozen mountain roads and die.
Qu Zan nodded. He truly wanted to return as soon as possible. As for the barrier surrounding Corpse Camel Temple, according to Zhulin's information, as long as they drank talisman water, they would not be transported into the ghost domain when crossing the boundary.
They continued their arduous journey. The mountain road was narrow and cramped, with cold rock walls on one side and a perilous sheer slope on the other. Every so often, they encountered traveling caravans along the way. Jingle-jingle-
A lingering, delicate ringing drifted toward them on the mountain wind as a mule caravan slowly descended from the pass above. One group among them was particularly conspicuous, instantly catching the eyes of every traveler along the road.
Qu Zan looked up. The group was driving several yaks, and enormous wooden chests were stacked on their yak carts. Faded strips of multicolored cloth hung around the chests,