The mountain path grew more rugged. The trees on either side gradually thinned, revealing bare rock. Wind whistled through the crevices, carrying a grim, chilling air.
Before long, a towering peak appeared ahead. It was several hundred meters high, steep and rocky, looking like a crouching behemoth from a distance.
A thought struck Yang Jing. He recognized this mountain. It was called Yunshan, and it stood right at the border of Yuhe County, Jiujiang County, and Caozhou.
This area was a lawless no-man's-land, and had always been a den for bandits. It was utter chaos.
'So the Flying Horse Thieves' lair really is hidden here.'
He held his breath, his eyes fixed on the procession ahead.
He saw the Flying Horse Thieves urging their carriages up a rugged path, one so narrow that only two people could walk side-by-side. The clatter of hooves on loose stones was exceptionally clear in the quiet mountains.
