Cang Mountain stretched across several peaks, two of which towered above the rest, with Thousand Absolutes Peak foremost among them.
Thousand Absolutes Peak thrust straight into the clouds-or rather, even the clouds lay beneath it.
A narrow path at its foot wound through the woods toward the summit.
Here and there, mountain streams cut across the path or ran alongside it for a stretch.
Holding the little girl's hand, Su Mo walked slowly along the mountain trail, amid the peaks... Now, the steep path up this towering mountain no longer seemed particularly difficult for him.
Only his divine soul was frail; his Divine Race body was remarkably strong.
"Young master, there's a stream up ahead. I'll wash two pieces of fruit!" the little girl said, pointing to a small stream beside the path.
The stream was only ten feet wide. Its mountain spring water murmured past the trail, passing through a gap in it and flowing gently down the mountain.
"All right." Su Mo nodded, looking back at the magnificent mountain scenery before walking over to the little stream with her.
The little girl took two bright red fruits from her bag, rolled up her sleeves, and carefully washed them in the stream.
The running water was crystal clear, its bed covered in small stones or exposed mountain rock.
Once she had washed the fruit, the little girl hurried to give one to Su Mo, only for her foot to slip into the stream, soaking her shoe.
"Careful." Su Mo immediately stepped forward and pulled her up.
Pulling a long face, the little girl looked at her waterlogged shoe, then placed the two washed fruits in Su Mo's hand. She took off the sodden shoe and held it high, saying plaintively, "Young master, my shoe's wet."
Looking at her aggrieved