The setting sun dipped below the horizon.
Leading the band was a man with a curly beard, a group of seven or eight burly men with various weapons in hand, leaping amongst the branches in the forest like flying.
From north to south, they swiftly traversed mountains and ridges, rapidly nearing the banks of the Heavenly Barrier River.
However, they seemed to be cautious, carefully altering their direction several times along the way, following a specific route.
They preferred to take longer detours rather than risk danger.
The men were all skilled, moving through the complex terrain of the mountains with a speed that did not falter compared to galloping horses.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...
Having crossed Jiangbei's last great mountain, the men, who now carried a cutting breeze with them, one after another, landed on a Mountain Road that had become somewhat desolate due to the frequent wars.
