Atop the high mountain, above the snow.
Perched above the snow and clouds, this peak is a pure land, a place unreachable by ordinary people.
"Is there still no news?"
"Reporting to the elder, An Ze has not sent any news for quite some time," said a thin man kneeling on one knee, speaking to an old man sitting in front of him.
"It has been a long time since any news came…" wrinkles marked the elder's face, bearing the passage of years. Hearing the thin man's words, he pondered for a moment.
"The time to activate the Formation is also approaching. Send two people to investigate it," he instructed.
"This… Elder, what do you mean?"
"An Ze must not be compromised!" The elder picked up his cane and tapped the ground gently, saying, "He is the true Saint Heir of our Holy Mountain, and the only one suited for the Holy Mountain's Inheritance. Now, as the day to commence the Inheritance draws nearer, he absolutely must not encounter any mishaps!"
"Yes, Elder!"
