Disfigured

After Chu Li left the High Duke's Public House, he looked like he had aged into his thirties.

Matured, reliable, bold, and calm. His charming look was full of spirit. Anyone could have told that he was someone righteous and well versed in martial arts.

Chu Li no longer held the Modesty Sword on his waist, switching it out for a simple long knife.

Ten days later on a mid-afternoon, he traveled under the sun to the foothill where the Snow Lunar Pavillion was located.

It was a tall and sloping great hill that was full of greenery as if there were an abundance of green swords stuck into the ground. The peak of the mountain was like a sword pointing to the sky, with the top of the mountain covered by clouds.

There was only one road leading up the mountain. It was very hard to traverse with all the obstacles. Only masters from the martial arts world were capable of scaling it.