A sheer cliff stood wreathed in clouds and mist, its bottom lost to sight. The evening glow lit the sky like blazing clouds, illuminating the cliff face until it resembled a great slab of red-hot iron.
The cliff lay a considerable distance from Sun Radiance Valley. Such precipices were common in the Korlan Mountains. Jagged, oddly shaped rocks covered the bare cliff, without a single plant growing among them.
Standing at the summit, Han Shuo leaped down, descending through the clouds and mist. Within a single breath, he landed steadily on a large outcropping of rock.
The rock jutted out halfway down the cliff, with thick white mist above and below it. Its protruding surface offered a broad stretch of flat ground. Although somewhat steep, it posed no danger as long as one was careful.
"Who goes there?" someone cried out. A burly, bare-chested man with a full beard gripped a sharp axe forged by the dwarves and eyed Han Shuo with hostility.
"I'm looking for Trunks," Han Shuo said with a smile.
The Soul Annihilation Mercenary Group occupied a broad, flat ledge jutting out below the cliff. Clouds and mist drifted around it, but under some unknown influence, the dense fog did not spread into its center. Above and below the ledge, however, everything was a sea of white, making for a very strange sight.
Rows of bamboo houses covered the ledge. On a training ground the size of a soccer field, many bare-chested mercenaries practiced martial techniques. Several spacious caves had also been excavated farther back, and these could likewise serve as living quarters.
This ledge was quite remarkable. Dense mist filled the space above and below it, while only a simple soundproof barrier had been placed around its center. With the mist forming a natural screen, no