There are still hundreds of miles to the Liexue Pass, the border post of Pedan, but already one can see the towering mountains on both sides, their peaks rugged, and the snow line a pure white.
"Gazing at the mountains tires the horse," it seems so close, yet in reality, there's at least a day's journey left, won't make it today, a place must be found to rest for the night.
Below the high pass lies a vast expanse of plain, the half-man-high green grass growing wildly in abundance.
Liszt's group found lodging at an inn in the border town on the plain.
In the room, wireless radio equipment lay on the side table, modified by Mo Yutong, able to sustain with a Demon Crystal, solving the energy problem.
Liszt sat in the rattan chair smoking, somewhat lost in thought as he gazed at the view outside the window.
Approaching the Northern Country, though midsummer, a slight chill could already be felt.
