Jiang Lu's sleepiness had been swept clean away after what had just happened.
She raised her eyes to the three gloomy-faced people beside her and spoke softly.
"Senior Brothers, Senior Sister, are you still sleepy?"
Lu Lingfeng slowly shook his head. His brows were tightly furrowed, and the words exchanged by those two earlier still lingered in his heart. His thoughts were heavy, and for a moment, he did not know how to phrase them.
Xi Siyu sat cross-legged on the ground and lightly shook his head, his gaze unconsciously falling upon Liu Qingqing.
Liu Qingqing still maintained her original posture, gazing into the distance in the direction the two had left. Her eyes refused to withdraw for a long while, until those two figures had completely vanished at the end of the road.
Her lips were pressed tightly together, a faint melancholy rippling through her eyes. Hearing Jiang Lu's words, she slowly shook her head.
Jiang Lu took in all three of their expressions, silently rose from the ground, and looked at them. Dawn had already painted the horizon white, and her tone was firm.
"Then let us set off."
The four of them leaped onto their horses. Jiang Lu glanced at the White Tiger in the Spirit Beast pouch. It was still asleep, though its fur had become much glossier.
Seeing that it was unharmed, Jiang Lu stopped paying attention to it.
Jiang Lu and the others traveled into a mountain pass. Towering peaks rose on both sides, with only a narrow path in the middle wide enough for a carriage to pass through.
The lofty stone walls on either side closed together overhead, forming a long, narrow passage. Only a thin slit above revealed that single ray of light.
Some of the strange rocks on the cliff