Mo Yuxin quietly said, "At least nobody was hurt."
The woman bowed.
"Thank you, seniors."
Su Yubing smiled.
"Take care."
They left.
Mo Yuxin waited until they were far enough away.
"That was stupid."
Su Yubing nodded.
"Very."
"I think sect disciples are somehow more troublesome than demonic beasts."
"Sometimes."
They continued north.
By the afternoon, the surrounding landscape opened into a massive basin.
At the far end stood a line of mountains with peaks covered in snow.
The Central Spiritual Highway ran between them.
The snow mountains were called the Nine White Peaks.
The weather changed abruptly.
Cold wind swept over the road.
Even strong cultivators put on heavier robes.
Mo Yuxin looked at Su Yubing.
"Cold?"
"A little."
Mo Yuxin immediately took off her outer robe and put it around Su Yubing's shoulders.
Su Yubing looked at her.
"Then what will you wear?"
"I am fine."
"You will be cold."
"No."
"Mo Yuxin."
"Yes?"
"Put it back on."
