Song Qingshu asked, "Your Heavenly Mandate Cult has deep roots here. Is there really nothing you can do?"
Shan Yuru shook her head. "The three sects and six paths of our Sacred Sect are merely experts kept by the major powers. We cannot interfere in the Mongol Empire's military or political affairs. Besides, only my master, myself, and a few trusted confidants took part in rescuing them this time. If the others in either the Heavenly Mandate Cult or the Yin Gui Sect found out, they would immediately report us. It would be difficult for us to mobilize the sect's resources."
Yang Guo said from the side, "Once Seventh Elder and Uncle Guo's injuries improve a little, we can sneak over the walls at night. That shouldn't be too difficult, right?"
Even the towering city walls of the Central Plains could not stop experts like them, let alone Karakorum's largely symbolic walls. Even mediocre martial artists could easily climb over them.
But Song Qingshu said, "It won't be that easy. The soldiers of all Karakorum City are searching for us now. There's a sentry every few steps and a guard post every few paces. It will be difficult for you to cross the walls without being discovered. This place is unlike the Central Plains, where the terrain is complex and easy to hide in. Outside lies an endless expanse of grassland. No matter how skilled your qinggong is, you cannot outrun the cavalry's relentless pursuit."
Recalling last night's fighting in the city, Yang Guo understood that no matter how high one's martial arts were, being surrounded by an army on the battlefield meant certain death.
"Why don't we just charge into the imperial palace and assassinate Temujin? Wasn't he injured last night? We can drag him down with us and