Zhu Changqing had gone up the mountain to save her, and now his life or death was unknown. Han Wuji was also going up the mountain to save her, and he might very well meet the same fate as Zhu Changqing.
How could she not break down?
The two men who loved her most were both going to die for her.
Was this what she wanted?
"We'll go up the mountain tomorrow." Han Wuji suddenly rose to his feet, determination shining in his eyes. "Whether Zhu Changqing is alive or dead, I'll find the Snow Lotus Seed."
The middle-aged man was taken aback. "Young brother, you'd better think this through. Snow Lotus Peak is no joke. Plenty of experts have gone up there and never returned."
"I've thought it through." Han Wuji's voice was frighteningly calm. "Some roads lead to certain death, but you still have to walk them."
The monk Huikong smiled. "Amitabha. You're very brave, young benefactor."
"Master, what about you? Will you continue traveling with us?" Han Wuji asked.
"Of course." Huikong nodded. "I'd also like to see the legendary Thousand-Year Snow Wolf for myself."
At those words, everyone in the caravan drew in a sharp breath.
The Thousand-Year Snow Wolf's fearsome reputation was known to everyone in these parts.
"You really are a bold bunch." The middle-aged man shook his head with a bitter smile. "In that case, I won't try to dissuade you any further. I can only hope you all return safely."
Han Wuji said nothing. He knew that going up the mountain this time might well be a one-way trip.
But he had no other choice.
Night grew deeper, and the people at the relay station gradually went to sleep. Han Wuji sat beside Murong Xue, quietly keeping watch over her.
Murong Xue