Though none of them had physical bodies anymore, their current forms composed entirely of sanity, they still began to feel tired as they kept running.
Clearly, they had been running for a long time and had covered a great distance.
Frey had wilted long ago. Her sanity had never been high to begin with, and now she hung on Lu Yuan's back, unwilling to say a single word.
At last, the Wanderer led Lu Yuan and the others to a vast, rolling hillside.
The dry bones embedded in the flesh of that hillside were noticeably fewer, scattered sparsely across it as though someone had cleared them away.
Lu Yuan took a closer look. Those bones had not vanished. Their severed ends were all neat; someone had picked them out or cut them away one by one. Only beings who lived here for a long time would do such a thing.
The Wanderer led them halfway up the hillside.
Lu Yuan surveyed their surroundings along the way. There were no tents, no stone hearths, and no signs of human habitation.
As the Wanderer approached, two figures suddenly emerged from the mountain.
Without any warning, they simply walked out of the rock. Lu Yuan and the others could not even see where they had emerged. There was no door there, nor any crack.
The two figures stopped halfway up the slope, barring their path, and looked at the Wanderer with solemn expressions.
"You shouldn't have come here at a time like this," one of them said, his voice equally ethereal.
The Wanderer guiding them did not immediately argue.
He turned sideways, raised his withered arm, and pointed at Frey on Lu Yuan's back.
"The Seed chosen by the Holy Sovereign those heretics worship is right here, inside this girl.
"They're being hunted