On the northwest side of Yuxu Peak, was another way down the mountain Zhao Changhe had previously taken.
Halfway up the mountain, there was a Taoist temple with a sign over the gate that boldly announced "Yuxu Palace."
The dwelling wasn't extensive, and people were few, yet it finally bore some semblance to the "Yuxu Palace" as people had imagined—a Taoist temple, a group of villains.
This was the true Yuxu Palace, not merely the three wooden huts at the summit and the old woodcutter who split logs and drank alcohol.
But Yuxu Palace had hardly any guards, for there was no need. If no one dared to climb the mountain, who would dare approach Yuxu Palace?
This time, Zhao Changhe had smeared his face yellow and changed into a set of higher-quality brocade robes, concealing the knife and gourd in his ring. This disguise finally made him feel like "another person," enough that Ye Wuzong wouldn't scold him if he saw him… Well, next time, he would add a bit more of a wizened beard.
