Chapter 125 Journey (3)
The next day, at dawn.
Gu Yangjie rose early, stripped off his robe, and wrung out the moisture.
The altitude was so high that the clouds were close, making the air incredibly humid.
The saying that it was filled with rain, mist, and snow year-round was certainly no exaggeration.
Some scholars called it a fairyland, but to Gu Yangji, that was utter nonsense.
If that guy had slept here even one night, he wouldn’t have spouted such bullshit.
‘The air is so thin it’s hard to breathe, and it’s so damn humid it’s infuriating.’
Unless you were a master of considerable skill, you couldn’t even begin to adapt—it was a place where you could easily catch a strange disease (怪疾) and meet an untimely death.
Thinking this, Wei Jinchuan seemed quite extraordinary.
Not only had he become a disciple of that man, but he had lived in a place like this for over ten years.
He must have possessed a unique constitution or innate resilience.
Gu Yangji reached out and opened the door.
Squeeeeeek…
The half-rusted hinges screeched in the damp air, and thick fog poured through the open doorway.
But it wasn’t just fog.
A man’s voice echoed through the darkness, before dawn had even broken.
“Awake?”
“How could I sleep when you’re radiating fighting energy at the crack of dawn?”
“Heh heh.”
The man let out a faint chuckle as Gu Yang-jeok stepped out of the room and slipped on the dobok he’d briefly set aside.
The man, who had been staring at him blankly, finally spoke.
