C50 The Song of the Wine

Bathed in the dawn's early light, Ye Feng, chin in hand, paced back and forth, his gaze fixed on the daunting cliff before him, lost in contemplation.

Taibai Peak rose majestically from the midst of Dragon Ridge, its three sides sheer precipices. Only the path facing the campsite offered a stairway to the heavens. At Ye Feng's current pace