Xia Hong's eyes flickered slightly, calculating in his heart while continuing to pull the cart forward.
Soon, the group headed west for another three to four kilometers.
"Look, we've reached Long Mountain!"
Suddenly, Ma Yong pointed to the west excitedly and shouted.
Many in the group looked up in the direction he pointed, and their expressions slightly shifted.
In the dim snowy night, a mountain range stood against the western horizon.
Although it was still over ten kilometers away, everyone could see that the mountain wasn't too high, at most just over a thousand meters;
though not tall, the mountain range undulated, stretching from north to south, roughly fifty to sixty kilometers long, clearly made up of numerous small hills piled together, winding and undulating like a giant ancient dragon, lying across Pingxi Plain.
