No matter what, a mountain road with a straight-line distance of over seven hundred miles was an unimaginable and lengthy journey.
Even though core formation cultivators had extremely precise control over their bodies, walking without stopping for nearly twenty hours inevitably brought fatigue. Aside from physical exhaustion, there was mental weariness as well. Meng Wei possessed a resilient will and did not care about this, yet the sheer monotony was numbing. Prolonged and repetitive motion made her unconsciously search for a target, and very naturally, her attention turned to Yu Ci.
The two had not spoken for three or three and a half hours. To call it monotonous, the figure of the man ahead always maintained that exact rhythm without the slightest change, but correspondingly, his vital aura had been undergoing subtle leaps and bounds.
Meng Wei observed from behind for a long time, finally confirming that Yu Ci was practicing some sort of technique, and had already entered the state of forgetting both self and the external world. She could not help but smile bitterly. Not only was there no opportunity to dissuade him now, but she also had to wholeheartedly care for him, lest Yu Ci suffer any interference and fall into qi deviation.
Ever since climbing the mountain, she had been trapped in Yu Ci's rhythm, and even with grand speeches, it was difficult to shake that person's mind. What was most worrying was that, up to now, she still could not confirm what kind of actions Yu Ci would take with his current state of mind.
Right at this moment, Yu Ci took the initiative to speak to her, "The Path of Heart Inquiry is nothing much."
One could still only see the man's back, but the emotions of emotional depth and mockery within his tone