Xiyu's stares were cold and blatant, but yet held an intensity that impaled directly through the men's souls. Her skirts fluttered in the wind as she set forth adventurously towards the mountains. In front of them, thousands of icy steps proved challenging as a wrong step could send them plunging dangerously down the steep incline!
The group did not own any magical rope that could prove useful in these circumstances. Xiyu observed nonchalantly while Dongyue closed his eyes and placed his palms together in prayer. A glowing flame appeared to ignite between his connected palms. He recited some peculiar verses and then said, "Let us proceed now."