At the end of autumn and beginning of winter, the air in the mountains had become very cold.
The weather today was not too good either; it could be described as bitterly cold, with a gloomy overcast.
But for those who needed to travel or had tasks to accomplish, as long as there was no hail, everything else was a minor issue.
This morning, Tang Fu and Li Qiyu led seven or eight followers of the Five Spirits Sect to the gate of a mountain stronghold.
They were still far away when several lookouts on the gate spotted them; thus, when they approached, the other party was already prepared.
"Who goes there?" A bandit leader stood atop the stronghold wall and loudly demanded.
As he asked this question, more than ten archers had already taken their positions on the wall, aiming their bows at the people from the Five Spirits Sect.
