Wu Shuyu and the rest walked up to the long path to the top of the mountain where the temple stood tall and proud carved out of the mountain peak itself. There were many monks roaming about sweeping the snow off the pathways as well as the roofs of the temple. Wu Shuyu could not imagine monks sweeping now off such steep roofs back on earth. The danger would be too great especially since just one slip could send one falling to their deaths down the steep mountainsides. But in this world where high level cultivators could even fly, things like falling was nothing. Not to mention that the monks who were on the roof seemed to be pretty high level cultivators. How high was another story. Wu Shuyu did not see a reason to ask.