The cold wind howled, and the temperature in the gorge was extremely low. Even though these young disciples were all cultivators, they found it hard to endure. They stood behind rocks or inside caves, their discussions shredded by the cold wind, now audible, now lost.
"Why do we have to wait another day? He's the Dao Battle champion, but we're still nowhere close. We have to hurry."
"You should count yourselves lucky. It's only one day. On our way here, we've already lost four days just to meet up with squads like yours."
"What the hell? Why does he get to say we're not leaving?"
Everyone knew this was Jing Jiu's decision.
Had Jing Jiu not come from Green Mountain, held such seniority, and received Bai Zao's support, the others would probably have raised an uproar long ago.
Even the Green Mountain disciples felt deeply frustrated, but dared not say anything.
"What exactly are you trying to do? Do you think something major will happen ahead, so you want to gather more people?"
Bai Zao looked at Jing Jiu and asked quietly.
Something major must indeed have happened in the Snow Nation, and there might be tremendous danger ahead.
But Jing Jiu was not trying to unite every force that could be united to resist an unknown danger.
"Wait another half day," he told Bai Zao.
Over the past few days of traveling, Bai Zao had already guessed his intention.
Jing Jiu knew each squad's route and pace of travel. His planned route ensured that they would encounter these squads in the shortest possible time.
Bai Zao had already calculated that if they waited another half day in this gorge, they would encounter two more squads.
Exactly as before, each of these two squads also had a Green Mountain disciple.