After gaining an initial grasp, Huang Xiao was deeply stirred. He felt that if he continued cultivating, he should be able to advance further. But he did not have much time; the matter of Li Yuncong remained unresolved. It would probably be inappropriate for him to stay here for a full thirty days.
After some thought, Huang Xiao could only find the Golden-Winged Roc and ask for paper, brush, and ink. Fortunately, the bird understood human speech. It eventually led him through numerous passages to a stone chamber. The chamber was small, with two rows of bookshelves carved into the rock walls. However, they were completely empty.
Yet Huang Xiao saw a stone table in the center of the chamber, with paper, brush, ink, and an inkstone on it. The paper had already yellowed, evidently having been left there for a long time.
Everything now indicated that someone had indeed lived here, at least a very long time ago.
Huang Xiao soon wrote a letter, then asked the Golden-Winged Roc, "Brother Peng, I don't know where this place is, but do you know Qinling Taibai Mountain?"
The Golden-Winged Roc seemed to think for a moment before nodding.
Its reaction put Huang Xiao considerably more at ease. He had truly feared that if the Golden-Winged Roc did not recognize Qinling Taibai Mountain when he mentioned it, all his efforts would be wasted.
With a few swift strokes, Huang Xiao sketched a map on the paper, then pointed to it and said, "Brother Peng, look. This is Qinling Taibai Mountain. To its west is Xiazhou, and over here is the westernmost part of Great Song. Poison God Valley is at this spot in the mountains. Brother Peng, could you deliver this letter for me?"
After staring at the map for a while,