章 617: The Clouds Gathered Above Chaoyang City (I)

The winds and snow were not piqued, and the roads were not blocked. An old monk wearing a bamboo hat walked out of the Wilderness slowly, holding a monk's staff in his hand. He entered the Yuelun Kingdom and walked up to the peak of a relatively low mountain.

The old monk walked extremely slowly. He was slower than the falling snowflakes, and seemed to be even slower than the snow melting. The grass slippers on his feet seemed to be stuck to the ground, and whenever he raised his feet it was as if he would raise the entire ground with it. That was why every step he took seemed arduous.