The sky was overcast.
Massive lead-grey clouds gathered together, seemingly ready to come crashing down at any moment.
The cold north wind howled over the rolling hills, carrying the chill of deep winter, like invisible knives slicing across everyone's faces.
During this time when many wild beasts lay dormant in their caves, a long procession was marching toward the mountains.
At the front was Zhang Yuan, who turned back for a glance.
The contingent he was part of was massive, numbering over a thousand, comprising elites sent by the Furious Whale Gang's Linhai Sub-Branch, the Fierce Tiger Gang of Linhe, and the Four Great Families.
The aim was to escort four Celestial Beings to Qianfeng Mountain for a treasure hunt!
It seemed absurd.
With the harsh winter and the New Year approaching, so many people embarking on an adventure in the eerie Qianfeng Mountain was truly bizarre.
Yet, when it involved Celestial Beings, all the irrational suddenly seemed reasonable.
