Ye Buqu said without a care.
"Brat, be careful. This journey is nine deaths and one life. I hope you don't die on the road ahead."
"Don't worry. Even if you're about to die, this old man won't lift a finger to help you. You used to be so pure, adorable, and kind. Who would have thought time truly was a butcher's knife?"
"I'd rather time gave me back the Ye Buqu who was once pure, adorable, and kind."
Toutian's voice came from beyond the curtain, carrying a trace of loneliness and concern, while three black lines appeared across Ye Buqu's brow.
"If you can't talk properly, then don't talk. Miss Xian'er, there's no need to be surprised. This old man is always like this."
"We can just ignore him."
Ye Buqu waved his hand, then asked again.
"May I ask why you two ladies have traveled all this way to Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain?"
Ye Buqu asked curiously. The two of them had originally been heading for Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain as well, and the reason they had been wandering through this gorge was because they had gotten lost.
They were unfamiliar with the area, and in these mountains, they could not see a single living creature—not even a path.
If they had not run into Li Xian'er, he and Toutian had no idea how long they would have been stuck in these desolate mountains.
"The Third Elder of Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain is our uncle. This time, Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain is holding its mountain-opening assembly, and our uncle invited us to attend. But the two places are far apart, and after traveling for so long, my sister and I ended up wandering through these mountains."
"We have been wandering these mountains for three