"At present, we do not have many choices," Wan Xuetian said gravely. "The food and water we carry are only enough to last us five to seven days.
You and I are martial artists and can move extremely fast, so it is not much of a problem for us. But many of the other clansmen are ordinary people. Even if they know a little basic martial arts, they cannot endure traveling at full speed for long.
So we have two options."
"What options?" Wan Ling looked at him.
"First, you and I take several of the most skilled fighters and go ahead to gather supplies, then bring them back for provisions. That way, we can keep traveling in cycles. Only, it will be hard on a small number of people."
"Second, we all travel together, hunting and gathering water along the way."
"There is also one crucial matter: direction." Wan Xuetian looked earnestly at Wan Ling.
"I know you want to go back, but Haizhou is under attack as well. If you return, I fear—"
"My daughter and son-in-law are there." Wan Ling shook her head. She had to return.
"But have you considered that if Haizhou cannot hold either—" Wan Xuetian said in a deep voice.
"..." Wan Ling said nothing, but her attitude was exceptionally firm.
Her parents had already passed away. Now, only her daughter, son-in-law, and grandson remained in this world.
They were her last family. If she left them behind, she did not know where she should go.
Even if something had happened, she believed that with her son-in-law's abilities and the Myriad Poison Sect's hidden forces, getting the whole family out would not be much of a problem.
Alive, she had to see them in person. Dead, she had to see their bodies!
Wan