Leaving the meeting hall, Ji Hao walked to his residence along the rough path opened up on the mountainside, against the roaring wind and falling snow.
Yao Mountain city was still under construction, and Ji Hao didn’t want to spend too much money and time on building a temporary residence. Therefore, he and the other leaders of his territory, such as Man Man and Shaosi, had been simply living in caves excavated on the mountainside.
Next to the three-foot-wide plank road, was a hundreds of meters deep cliff. Fierce winds roared over from all directions along with huge flakes of snow. The wide plank road didn’t have a fence, and the wind and snow would directly strike on the bodies of the people walking on the road, seeming to roll anyone walking there away like a withered leaf.
Ji Hao held his hands behind his body and stood by the plank road, silently looking at the building site of Yao Mountain City.