Green mountains on both banks hid amid clouds and mist. A mountain stream flowed down through the gullies between the peaks, threading among rocks of different shapes and sizes with the faint murmur of flowing water.
The mountain path was winding and difficult. Mist had dampened some of the stones along it, coating them with a layer of green moss.
Little Qing Yi walked slowly along the mountain path alone, carrying her pack. The steep, treacherous trail left her already frail body drenched in sweat, but her gaze was utterly resolute.
She wanted to cultivate immortality...
The moss on the mountain path was slick. Little Qing Yi stepped over the rocks, taking every step with great care.
A branch blocked the path. Little Qing Yi carefully climbed over it, but just as she crossed, she accidentally stepped on the moss covering a rock. Her foot slipped, and she fell.
Her frail body struck the rocks with a dull thud.
It hurt!
Intense pain shot from her knee into little Qing Yi's heart.
Little Qing Yi slowly propped herself up, feeling as though she had scraped the skin off her knee.
Her expedition had stumbled before it could begin. Who would have thought she would fall so soon after setting out on a two-month journey...
Little Qing Yi gritted her teeth, shouldered her pack again, and continued forward.
She did not even pause to rest. She feared that if she stopped, she would not make it across these ten thousand li within two months...
For cultivators, ten thousand li was merely a journey of a few incense sticks' time. For Su Mo, it required only a single step.
But for a mortal walking at an ordinary pace, including time to rest, it might take several months.
Yet Su Mo had given