Really, the old man seems to only know how to discourage people and nothing else.
Ren Feng hung up the phone and left the room, heading downstairs.
The landlady saw a guest coming down and immediately brought out the prepared breakfast.
"The snow is too heavy now, it's hard to go into the mountains, and this is all the food we have," the landlady said with a smile as she placed some butter tea and a simple breakfast on Ren Feng's table.
"It's fine," Ren Feng replied with a smile. "By the way, landlady, may I ask if you know about Zhumula Snow Mountain?"
The young man who sat nearby last night happened to walk out and upon hearing Ren Feng's question, looked towards him with a shiver.
"I've heard of it," the landlady said with a smile. "Zhumula Snow Mountain is famous because it has a Snow City, and there's even a Saint living in the Snow City."
"Do you know how to get there?" Ren Feng asked urgently.
