Lin Xiaolu concentrated on sensing the path, groping her way forward.
More than half a day had passed in the examination, and she was already very familiar with the use of magic techniques in the maze. How many meters ahead to turn, which intersections were dead ends—these pieces of information were crystal clear to her after sensing them.
Confident that she wouldn't make any mistakes, her steps were swift. So when Mint, who was walking ahead of her, suddenly stopped, she had no time to adjust, and bumped her head into Mint's back.
Luckily, it wasn't too painful.
She thought this, then distanced herself from Mint, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Mint stood still, her eyes fixed ahead, yet her gaze was unfocused as if her thoughts had drifted away. Upon hearing Lin Xiaolu's question, she slowly came back to her senses and grinned, "Ah, I just suddenly remembered something and got distracted. Sorry, did I hurt you?"
"Not really."
