Walking.
If Bai Yue had known that a "mating retreat" involved this much cardiovascular exercise, she might have fought harder for banishment. The beastworld didn't have paved roads or convenient rest stops. It had roots, slippery moss, and inclines that made her lungs feel like they were being marinated in the very "spicy pain-broth" Cāng Yáo craved.
By the time the sun began to dip toward the horizon, the group finally slowed.
"There," Han Shān said, pointing toward a sheltered clearing nestled between a cluster of ancient, broad-leafed trees and a bubbling creek.
"Finally," Bai Yue sighed, leaning her weight against a tree trunk. "I think my legs have turned into jelly."
