"Genlong Ridge..."
Feng Ying gazed toward the mountain range ahead, where mountains rose upon mountains, towering like colossal dragons.
At that moment, Feng Ying was filthy and bedraggled, dust masking her wheat-colored skin. The armor she had scavenged from the battlefield earlier was tattered beyond use, her boots exposed her toes, and one of her arms was wounded. She had smeared the wound with ointment and casually bound it with strips of rag. The thick calluses on the fingers gripping her sword sheath had split and bled. During her earlier fight with the Immortal Realm soldiers, her blade had been tangled up by another opponent, forcing her into close combat. She had beaten the immortal soldier to death with her bare fists. Armor was not made of paper, after all; injuring her hands had been unavoidable.
When walking the Jianghu, getting hurt was commonplace.
Yu crouched down to search the corpses, roughly stripping an immortal soldier of his leather armor. After inspecting it, she put it directly on herself.
"Once we pass Genlong Ridge, we'll enter Sky Pillar Mountain territory. The area around the Immortal City is a muddle of dragons and snakes, so the searches won't be as strict."
As she rummaged through the body, she pulled an exquisite gold lock from the dead immortal soldier's chest. A woman's name was engraved upon it. It looked like a token of love—a bloodstained token of love.
"Ooh~ We ran into a hopeless romantic. What a pity. They were destined to be a pair of lovers separated by life and death, with fate but no future. Some young lady is going to be heartbroken~"
She tossed it in her hand to judge its weight, intending to sell it at a black market.
Feng Ying looked utterly miserable, and Yu was not