At the foot of Mount Song, the autumn wind blew desolately. Li Xunhuan and I, disguised as traveling Taoist priests, blended into the endless stream of martial artists. The maple leaves on both sides of the mountain path were as red as fire, yet they could not conceal the chilling aura that permeated the air.
"Look over there." Li Xunhuan lowered his voice, pointing toward the mountain gate.
A squad of guards dressed in gold-threaded brocade robes was inspecting the incoming and outgoing guests, each with a Golden Ring token hanging from their waist. My heart tightened. "People from the Golden Money Mansion?"
Chapter 34