Hong Huang carried the large rod on her shoulder, her gaze exceptionally resolute.
"Are you sure?" Ye Feng asked.
"Absolutely. Definitely," Hong Huang replied.
"Little Tower," Ye Feng called.
"Master," Tower Grandfather answered Ye Feng.
"Keep her company," Ye Feng instructed.
"As you command." Little Tower broke free from Ye Feng's topknot, transformed into a streak of light, and landed atop the blue rod Hong Huang carried.
"Thud!"
A dull sound rang out.
Little Tower looked tiny, but when it landed on the Blue Mystic Iron Rod, the weight on Hong Huang's shoulder increased tremendously.
Hong Huang's feet sank into the ground, all the way to her knees.
This was a cliffside, a region of rock.
The rock could not bear the weight and caved inward under the pressure.
"Hong Huang..." Lan Yu murmured softly, unable to bear watching her.
"Walk from here to Immortality Mountain's mountain gate. If you can persist, I'll forgive you for eavesdropping," Ye Feng said.
"What? Walk from here to Immortality Mountain's mountain gate?" Sweat poured down Hong Huang's face.
As soon as sweat appeared on her forehead and trickled down her cheeks onto the ground, it was frozen into icy flakes by the frigid power of the Blue Mystic Iron Rod on her shoulder.
This place was far from Immortality Mountain's mountain gate, over thirty li away.
Under normal circumstances, Hong Huang could cover a distance of over thirty li in less than half an hour.
But things were different now.
Hong Huang had no idea what the Blue Mystic Iron Rod on her shoulder was made of. It continuously emitted waves of cold that suppressed the Mana within her body. The chill pierced to the bone, leaving her unable to use even a fraction of her Mana.
Moreover, the Blue Mystic Iron Rod