The rhino carriage they had commanded from the fleeing Murong Patriarch had lasted until dawn.
Once the paved roads gave way to the ravines of the Southern Badlands, the wheels shattered on the rocks, forcing the group to abandon the carriage and continue their journey toward the Shattered Moon Ravine on foot.
The sun beat down on the landscape, the air thick with the smell of sulfur, clay, and swarms of badland gnats.
Gu Fan chewed on a piece of spirit stalk, unbothered by the environment as he strolled at a leisurely pace. Bai Bing walked by his side, her dress flowing as she held his hand, swinging their locked arms back and forth like a village girl on an outing, ignoring the fact that she had flash-frozen dozens of cultivators into dust just yesterday.
