Even though Fang Yun knew a fair amount about Silent City, he did not let his guard down. He treated it as completely unfamiliar territory.
The two flew slowly forward, hugging the ground. There were no footsteps, only the sounds of breathing, heartbeats, and wind rustling their clothes.
Hu Li kept her tail pressed tightly against her body, not daring to move it at all.
Even so, shrill howling immediately rang in their ears, as though hundreds of whistles were blowing beside them at once. The incessant noise left them restless and agitated.
At the same time, the sound made their hair and clothes vibrate, producing even louder noises that triggered more Silent Killing Sound, forming a vicious cycle.
Fang Yun considered it, then let the piercing whistles continue without expending the power of his literary guts.
The sound was intensely irritating. Anyone with slightly weaker composure might have their concentration shaken, or even have their recitation of War Poetry interrupted.
This was only the lowest intensity of Silent Killing Sound. If he expended his literary guts' power now, he might exhaust it in the end.
Hu Li frowned slightly and was about to speak to Fang Yun, but she closed her mouth halfway through opening it, realizing this was no place to speak.
Silent City sounded like a city, but it was actually a labyrinth.
The Ice Palace Mountain Inscription contained no map of Silent City.
Fang Yun could only use the most plodding method: test every path, record it, and gradually fill in the labyrinth's map in his mind until he found the exit.
The two kept flying, finding the correct route by repeatedly ruling out wrong ones.
When success was difficult to achieve, avoiding failure was the only road to success.
A full four hours passed, yet