Wilderness hills.
Bai Yujun sat astride her horse, frowning at the vast white rain. Faint Yin Energy mingled with the rainwater and spread across the hills. If there had been any other road, she would never have chosen this route. With its shady slopes, lack of water, stunted vegetation, barren mountains, and jagged rocks, it was plainly a dead land.
The convoy slowly made its way along the hillside. Weeds grew thickly, with no great trees in sight, and the horses neighed uneasily.
Pan Xiong came before Bai Yujun with a sorrowful face.
"Heroine, there's something strange about this mountain. But if we detour, it will add three days to the journey. What do you think...?"
"Then we take this road. Remember, tell everyone not to run around. Even if they need to relieve themselves, they must do it among the crowd. Men or women, no one is allowed to leave the convoy!"
"Understood! Pan will keep a strict watch!"
The convoy erupted into another commotion. The men did not care where they relieved themselves, but the women could not bear it. In an age when having one's feet seen meant either marrying that person or being drowned in a pig cage, no woman could possibly relieve herself in full view of others. Pan Xiong would have to rack his brains over it. Whether he had people set up cloth screens or did something else was none of Bai Yujun's concern. She had said all that needed saying. If anyone died after this, it would be their own affair.
After giving it some thought, she hung her treasured sword on the horse's back and pulled out the oil-paper umbrella she had not used in a long while.
She held it in her hand without opening it.
The hill had neither