The rain fell like a curtain, and Ghost Crying Ridge loomed in the night like a hibernating beast.
A caravan of saltpeter carts wound its way through Snake Intestine Valley halfway up the mountainside. The torchlight reflected off the snow, turning it a deep, blood-red. Xiao Yu gripped Shen Qing’s hand, feeling the cold sweat she had broken into from nerves. "Snake Intestine Valley is flanked by sheer cliffs. If we could trigger a landslide to block the path—"
"But the townspeople are still at the bottom of the valley."
Chapter 125