Chapter 291 – Reunion with Yan Yu, The Fall of Peng Mi - Part 1
Li Yuan and Tang Nian pressed on together.
Nothing unexpected happened—no foolhardy bandits appeared. In these snow‑choked mountains people were rare to begin with; robbers rarer still.
The mountain track howled with wind, the gusts drumming in their ears. Snow raced like a white torrent; drifts rose past their knees, and every footprint vanished the instant it was made.
The path twisted between peaks, growing ever lonelier.
At last, godfather and goddaughter reached a summit where the road simply ended.
Tang Nian stopped, and the three hulking sixth rank guards behind her halted as well, radiating a fearsome pressure.
Hands on hips, the red‑clad woman produced a gourd, popped the stopper with a pop, and drank in hearty swallows. Her cheeks soon flushed, not from strong liquor alone, but from whatever else she had mixed in.
No ordinary wine could make a sixth rank martial artist blush after only a few mouthfuls.
Li Yuan no longer needed her to explain; he could see for himself.
In the basin beneath the sheer cliff lay a strange black‑and‑white market. Snowflakes drifting into that patch of ground turned grainy, like the static on an old television that has lost its signal.
Within the market he could just make out a peddler in blue pushing a cart, and a stiff, chalk‑white figure crawling with jerky, unnatural movements.
The white figure seemed to be searching for a place to belong.