Ouyang and Bai Feiyu headed south for three days, spending almost all their time on the road apart from occasional stops to rest.
They traveled beneath the stars and moon, pressing on day and night.
Having lost all his cultivation, Bai Feiyu struggled somewhat with flying, so the two had chosen to travel on foot.
"Eldest Senior Brother, where are we walking to?" Bai Feiyu looked at the slip of paper in his hand with "south" written on it, feeling the ache in his calves.
Turning to look at Ouyang, who lay backward on Liang Zai, swaying and bobbing along, Bai Feiyu finally could not hold back and asked.
"You picked the direction, and now you're asking me where we're going? It's not like we're heading west to find some big sisters. What are you panicking for?" Ouyang answered lazily from atop Liang Zai, who had grown to the size of a donkey.
Weren't you the one who told us to leave the mountain? And now you're asking me where we're going?
Exhausted in body and mind, Bai Feiyu felt an inexplicable surge of irritation. He was already a cripple, unable to cultivate for the rest of his life. Although he knew in his heart that Eldest Senior Brother must have found a solution for him, traveling on foot like this was something Bai Feiyu had not expected.
Once, when he stood upon a hovering sword, when had he ever needed to travel this way? Having lived two lives, the art of Sword Flight had long since been etched into his bones.
Even when his Life-Bound Sword had broken in his previous life as a Sword Immortal, he had never been unable to use even Sword Flight as he was now.
Somewhat petulantly, Bai Feiyu sat down beside the road