Duan Rong and the others were led by four people, walking out of the Lower Courtyard, along the mountain path, and into the misty forest...
The stone steps disappeared after passing the Lower Courtyard.
Now underfoot were jagged rocks that hurt their feet...
Among the rocks were patches of moss and ferns growing out of the stone crevices, many of which had been trampled and crushed onto the stones.
In recent days, this desolate and misty mountain path had been trodden by countless Registered Disciples.
A faint mist pervaded the forest, making visibility slightly poor.
Duan Rong and the old man surnamed Qin led the way.
Duan Rong cautiously observed his surroundings, fearing that a baboon might suddenly leap out from the forest and cause trouble again.
Duan Rong tightened the pack slung over his back. Besides the bundle he carried himself, the old man had given each of them a beast skin blanket and a Daoist robe earlier at the Lower Courtyard.
