Outside Chongshan Pass, on the official road.
A dilapidated carriage came rattling along, its curtains covered in dust.
On the carriage, an old man with white hair, wearing a dark cyan robe, was leisurely driving a skinny, worn-out horse.
The old man looked at the majestic Chongshan Pass with a wry smile on his wrinkled face.
"Alas, the Sect Leader is really unreliable, to actually have an old fellow like me trek thousands of miles to this bitterly cold place!"
"When I return, I must have the Sect Leader compensate me with three hundred blood servants, to make up for the hardships and losses I've suffered these days!"
The old man continued his journey, grumbling incessantly.
Soon, it was his turn to enter the city. The soldiers guarding the gate gave him a glance, briefly checked his travel pass, and allowed him to enter.
