Seven hundred miles of long and winding road.
This day passing by the "Taihang Mountain," in the distance black smoke rises, there's a power boiling Essence Food.
The lady has been traveling for several days, weary from the journey. Seeing the towering Taihang Mountain, as the sun sets at dusk, a mountain city is nestled against the mountain, with buildings glowing as if brushed with golden lacquer.
She wished to rest and freshen up for the night, so she instructed Li Xian to enter the city.
Li Xian agreed, and turned onto the path up the mountain. As he ascended, a woodcutter was found unconscious by the roadside, with wood scattered all over the ground.
Li Xian felt compassion and called out, "Old man, old man!"
The woodcutter had fainted, covered in a thick blanket of snow. Li Xian was wary, channeling his Palm Power, he skillfully struck through the air. The Palm Force transformed into a gust of wind, scattering the piled snow.
