It was a little awkward at first, but they quickly got the hang of these skis.
The higher they climbed, the closer they got to the summit, and the snow became so deep it could swallow Zhao Jun whole.
The slope eased up a bit here, so Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu stopped to search the area.
A moment later, Zhao Jun heard a whistle and followed the sound on his skis.
From a distance, he saw Li Baoyu waving at him. Zhao Jun glided forward slowly, his eyes fixed on the surface of the snow.
When he spotted a few lines of small tracks, he carefully brought his skis to a stop and crouched down for a closer look.
Zhao Jun could tell they were definitely Sable tracks, but there wasn't just one line of them, or even two.
Instead, they overlapped again and again within a very narrow area.
It looked like a Sable had traveled back and forth along this path countless times.
There's an old saying: "Snakes have their paths, and rats have their trails."
