In a suburban area more than a hundred kilometers from Cangyun City stood Centipede Mountain.
A young man in white robes sat at a square table, holding a teacup. His clear eyes glinted with curiosity as he surveyed his surroundings.
"Young Master, about Cangyun City..." a middle-aged man beside him whispered.
Before he could finish, the white-robed youth waved a hand to silence him. "Let's not discuss business while we're relaxing."
"Yes," the middle-aged man responded with a respectful nod.
At the teahouse, a group of fully-equipped hikers were chatting excitedly. It was clear from their conversation that they had just descended Centipede Mountain.
"This time, we all broke our previous records! Especially Zhang, he reached the summit in eighteen minutes. That has to be an all-time record, right?"
"Definitely, and in this snowy weather! Now we'll see who can break *that* record."
Discussions buzzed from all corners.
