Was White Cloud City truly the only route one had to take from the Southern Region to the Northern Region?
He had seen on the map that north of the Southern Region lay a mountain range called Crosscut Ridge. The mountains were not high, but they stretched on without end, cutting across the boundary between the Southern Region and the Northern Region from east to west.
White Cloud City had been built at the only mountain pass through Crosscut Ridge. Whether traveling north from the south by land or water, one had to pass through that gap.
In the past, there truly had been no other road.
But during the time Lin Taichu had spent in Luofeng City, he had heard quite a few passing merchant caravans mention a narrow trail on the eastern side of Crosscut Ridge that could be used to cross over. The path was difficult, impassable for carriages, but people could walk it.
No one had seriously used that trail before. It was too narrow and too steep for large carts, and merchant caravans could not possibly carry their goods over a mountain on their backs. But what if the cargo volume was small?
If it was only a small number of Dharma Artifacts, could they use handcarts or carry them on their backs to take that trail around White Cloud City?
Lin Taichu sat down in a chair, untied the dagger from behind his waist and placed it on the table, then stared at it for a while.
He could consider that narrow trail, but there was no rush. First, he needed to find out exactly what Sun Desheng's people had gone to the Northern Region for, what they had negotiated, and when they would return.
He stayed in White Cloud City for several more