The Far North!
White snow fell without pause, burying even the paths travelers had left behind. Without someone familiar with the region, anyone walking here could easily lose their way and disappear into the Far North forever!
And Yang Que's party was wandering around like a swarm of headless flies.
Chu Yang spoke up again. "I say, Brother Guo, we've been walking for another two days. Why aren't we there yet?"
Li Huai added, "This guy's definitely lost, and he's dragged us off course with him."
Guo Chengming looked thoroughly embarrassed. "Ahem. This can't be wrong. My instincts—"
"Give it a rest," Huang Dabiao cut in. "Your instincts? How long have we been following your instincts now? If we keep this up, I reckon we'll spend the rest of our lives in the Far North!"
"Uh..." Guo Chengming said.
Yang Que rubbed his temples. He had no idea where Guo Chengming had led them. If the man hadn't sworn loyalty to him, Yang Que would have suspected he was deliberately taking them the wrong way.
I should've caught a Soul Beast to guide us from the start. I can understand the languages of every race now. A Soul Beast's language would be child's play. What a waste!
Yang Que felt that even if they eventually arrived, the treasures in the Ruins would have been picked clean by then.
Forget it. If I gain it, that's my good fortune; if I lose it, that's my fate. We'll keep going a little longer, and if we still can't find the place, so be it. As if missing one opportunity in the Ruins would make me grow more slowly than anyone else. I'm a man with a cheat, damn it.
Before he could finish the thought, a bird's cry suddenly rang out ahead