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Time slowly passed, and soon the sun was very close to the horizon.
At this moment, the sunlight was not glaring but rather gentle.
On the other side of the sun, a crescent moon hung high in the sky, faintly visible.
"I remember what Wang Sijin said, that the entrance is at the time when the sun and moon are both present, in the brightest spot on the mountain."
Looking up at the vast expanse of white snow, it was hard to tell where the brightest spot was.
"I'm too anxious; I should have checked the location from below before coming up."
Shaking my head, since I had already climbed so high, there was no point in going back down. I might as well continue on.
In the wild, there is a method to calculate sunset times.
When the sun is close to the horizon, extend your palm with your little finger pointing at the horizon. Counting one finger up equals fifteen minutes. This method is quite accurate and convenient, which many explorers prefer to use.
Half an hour later...
The sky gradually darkened. Although there was still decent light, the sun had already sunk halfway below the horizon. At most, there would be twenty minutes before it was completely dark.
Nights here are very dangerous, not only because of the ever-present Snow Wolves but also due to the unpredictable weather.
As the sun slowly set, the temperature here began to drop sharply, and visibility worsened.
This place was originally a snow-capped mountain, blanketed in white, making it difficult to see during the day, let alone at night. The advantage was that the snow reflected light, preventing the night from becoming too dark.
However, in such an extreme environment, Ye Mingshang did not dare to venture further.
He was already nearing the halfway point of the mountain, and he would definitely reach the summit tomorrow. Moreover, the entrance could only be found when both the sun and moon were visible at the same time. That time was roughly between five and six in the afternoon.
Therefore, there was no need for him to rush.
Although walking on snow saved him a considerable amount of magical energy compared to flying, after walking for half a day, he had still consumed quite a bit. Since he needed to travel again tomorrow, it would be better to take this time to rest and recover.
As he walked, his senses remained alert to his surroundings.
He listened to the changes in the wind, its direction, and so on.
"This is it."
Before long, he found a temporary shelter on a small snow peak.
It was a cave covered in white snow; there wouldn't be any animals or insects inside. With a little cleaning up, it would make for a decent refuge.
He cleared away some snow and used the Fire Bright Technique to light a fire inside.
The fire was burning, indicating the presence of air.
Under the illumination of the flames, it became clear that the interior was not filled with snow; it was simply blocked at the entrance. The space inside was quite large, about ten square meters, and it was relatively dry—a good place.
The Fire Bright Technique was still active; with his magical power, maintaining a low-level spell for illumination was no problem. Moreover, during the drawing of the talisman, he had infused it with quite a bit of magical energy, enough for it to burn for a long time on its own.
The sky gradually darkened.
In the snowy mountains, a middle-aged man wearing glasses and a black trench coat, holding a briefcase, was trudging through the snow with difficulty.
He had avoided those who were searching for him during the day, but since he wasn't dressed very warmly, he began to feel the cold as night fell.
Fortunately, after running all day and staying active, he wasn't in danger of freezing to death.
As he walked, he saw light ahead.
He knew that adventurers and climbers often came to these mountains. He thought that this light could very well belong to those climbers.
After all, those pursuing him were still behind him.
When he reached the entrance, he could already feel the warmth emanating from inside—that was the fire.
Having been frozen all day, this level of warmth felt particularly welcoming to him.
"Hello, may I stay here for a night? Thank you."
Before entering, the middle-aged man politely greeted.
Ye Mingshang, who was meditating, instantly opened his eyes and looked at the uninvited guest before him.
The middle-aged man walked in, and due to the presence of the firelight, he quickly noticed Ye Mingshang sitting not far away.
"Hello, I got lost in the mountains. Can I stay here for a night? Don't worry, I will pay."
Seeing that the other person was looking at him, the middle-aged man quickly mentioned that he would pay, fearing that the other might dislike him. He wasn't lying; if the other person didn't chase him away, he would indeed leave some money as a reward.
Ye Mingshang glanced at him once and then looked away, slowly saying, "There's no need to pay. You can stay, but do not disturb me."
"Okay, thank you."
The middle-aged man expressed his gratitude and prepared to warm himself by the fire.
"Ah~ it's really warm."
Kneeling down, he raised his hands close to the flames and immediately felt much warmer, as if hugging a stove.
However, after warming himself for a while, he suddenly felt something was off.
What is wrong here?
Looking at the flames burning above his head, he was suddenly startled.
These flames are actually floating in mid-air?!
After careful observation, he found no container or thread suspending them.
The flames were simply hovering in the air!
Surprised, the middle-aged man glanced over at Ye Mingshang, who was sitting cross-legged not far away. He was about to ask a question but remembered that the other person had requested not to be disturbed, so he closed his mouth.
Upon further observation, he noticed that the other person was not wearing a padded jacket but only a leather coat, and underneath it, there seemed to be a thin autumn shirt, with the coat left open.
This is the Himalayas, on a snow-covered mountain, where temperatures can drop to minus forty or fifty degrees. How could he be dressed so lightly?!
Moreover, it seemed there was no luggage or anything like that with him; from his appearance, he did not look like an ordinary climber at all.
He was even sitting cross-legged, meditating there without moving for half a day.
Meditation requires long-term practice; most people can't even hold this position for a few minutes. Despite its simplicity, only those who have practiced for years can use such a posture for rest.
With various doubts in his mind, the middle-aged man knew he had intruded recklessly and decided not to ask further questions, fearing he might offend the other person.
After all, he was not an ordinary person. He knew that there were many extraordinary individuals in this world, often secluded in deep mountains, diligently practicing and staying away from the mundane.
Perhaps this mysterious Youth before him was one of those hidden Experts.
Suppressing his curiosity, the middle-aged man adjusted to a more comfortable position, sitting closer to the flames in search of warmth.
Gulp!~
A strange sound echoed in the empty cave, quite noticeable.
Ye Mingshang opened his eyes to see the middle-aged man across from him, one hand covering his stomach and the other scratching his head, smiling awkwardly.
Then, he took something out from his pocket and tossed it in front of the middle-aged man.
"I usually don't need to eat; this is all I have. Make do with it for now."
The middle-aged man looked down and found it was a chocolate bar. He hurriedly picked it up.
"Thank you, Master."
(To be continued.)
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