Xin looked back.
He saw his four companions. Though he had long since guessed they would be fine, he still could not help letting out a small breath of relief. "That was reckless of us—far too risky!"
"We don't have time to second-guess ourselves." Zhang Jixin looked up into the distance, frowning. "We wasted too much time under the tree—let's get moving."
With that, he took the lead and strode forward.
The Fat Wizard lowered his head and glanced at the narrow, winding path that had appeared beneath his feet at some point, feeling a little surprised. The sky here was black, the ground white, but the path was grayish brown, like dried tree bark.
He tentatively stretched out a foot and set his toes down outside the path.
Nothing happened.
"We already tested that."
With his hands tucked away and his shoulders swaying, Dylan walked behind Zhang Jixin. His voice was as faint as his breathing. "Whether we walk on the path or through the expanse of white bone dust outside it, there's no difference. You won't be attacked outside, and walking on the path won't save you the slightest bit of effort—the only difference is that on the path, we have a direction. Outside it, it's like walking through a boundless desert—so don't waste time on things like this."
"When it comes to something as important as ascending to a higher rank, even spending ten times as long wouldn't be excessive."
The Fat Wizard criticized him without reservation, then pointed at Zhang Jixin, who was walking at the very front. "He's just gone too long without a fight;
"now he's itching for one!"
Everyone agreed with that. There was no need to argue.
Even so, the Fat Wizard did not insist on going his own way and thoroughly