Chapter 51 Knocking on the Mountain Gate

"Mountains and rivers stretch far and wide; in the world of men, leisure is scarce."

'Swish.'

A middle-aged man with a graceful appearance, much like a fine gentleman from the muddied world, opened his folding fan with a flick, fanning himself gently as he walked atop a towering mountain peak, shaking his head and humming a soft lament.

Following behind him was an old man with a pained expression and sickly yellow complexion.

The two stood on the peak, overlooking the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers below.

There was no place to climb around the mountain peak; some places were even nearly vertical.

Yet no one knew how the two had ascended.

Seeing the middle-aged man embrace the scenery with sentiment, the old man felt a bit indignant: