Riding Chen Kangbao, the two headed for Kunling Ferry.
The mountain path was rugged and climbed upward, with ferns growing everywhere along the rocks.
However, Kunling Ferry was far too remote and dangerous, so no farm women came here to gather wild vegetables.
Before long, Chen Kangbao, under the "Blessing" status, moved as swiftly as if flying, carrying Qi Yuan to Kunling Ferry.
Kunling Ferry was so quiet it was frightening. Only the chirping of grass insects could be heard.
"Young Master, it seems people fought a great battle here. Was this the commotion from before?" Chen Kangbao pondered, staring fearfully at the ruin-like Kunling Ferry ahead.
The entire Kunling Ferry looked as though it had been split open by a giant's single sword strike.
Mud, swamps, and shrubs had been severely damaged, while a foul, fishy stench drifted over from the distance.
"Put on my gas mask and our equipment, then carry me inside!" Qi Yuan said.
He was still extremely weak right now.
He could not even beat an ordinary adult.
Crossing a Kunling Ferry like this would be no different from seeking death.
"Alright." Chen Kangbao put on the gas mask.
Qi Yuan put one on as well. Suddenly, he glanced at Chen Kangbao with an odd expression.
"Why does it feel like we're having a silver party?"
"Up here in the mountains, no less?"
Well, on Blue Star, some people from certain groups often went into the mountains for party gatherings. As for whether they wore masks, he had no idea.
"What does 'silver party' mean?" Chen Kangbao could not help asking.
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask. Come on, let's go into Kunling Ferry and take a look."
Before coming here, Qi Yuan had prepared many tools and magical artifacts.
He had made them all