The once serene mountaintop was currently quite tumultuous.
"Get out! Get out! Get out!" The elder in charge bellowed toward a youngster who was usually called the Calamity Monk.
"But, old man, we've just arrived! You can't expect us just to turn back and brave the snow, right? We'll die freezing out there!" The youngster retorted.
Freeze to death?! This was freaking rich coming from a man that hadn't even bothered to wear a coat!
The newcomers were knee-deep in the snow, didn't have any gear to resist the cold, and yet didn't seem bothered in the least. After Climbing the Tower, their bodies were way more resistant!
"I'm sure you'll be fine, but we won't! Do you know how many accidents happened while you were here versus after you left?!"
"T-that, I'm not—"