Duan Rong and her team of four dined in the wind and slept in the dew within Changling Mountain.
Although they studied the map before entering the mountain and chose the path closest to the sect entrance to start their journey,
in early spring, thick fog often envelops the mountain, causing them to frequently lose their way at the branching paths.
Three days passed with such back-and-forth wandering, and they still hadn't reached the sect entrance.
Ximen Kankan sat on a large green stone, gasping for air while carefully examining the map in his hand.
Xiao Yu supported Shen Mizi as they sat a short distance away.
Xiao Yu said, "What's the matter with you two? How many times have we taken the wrong path? Holding a map for half a day and can't even figure out the way?"
Ximen Kankan ignored Xiao Yu, frowned at the map, focused.
