At noon, the sun was blazing.
In the mountains and forests, Chen Ji and Zhang Xia carried horn bows and quivers on their waists, racing southward, one in front of the other. Zhang Xia occasionally turned her head to recognize directions, heading towards Willow Valley.
Chen Ji remained silent for a long time and finally asked from behind her, "Do you blame me for putting you in danger before?"
Zhang Xia turned her head to look at the western mountains, seemingly calibrating her position, yet still replied to Chen Ji, "How confident were you before that you could keep me alive?"
Chen Ji answered, "Seventy percent."
