Wu Xiao Dao and Wu Qi Yao were dragged by the old man through all the hardships, all for the sake of searching for the mausoleum. The trio had no choice but to choose to go by foot.
The old man spoke very little. He saw that Wu Xiao Dao was curious about everything, and that she was bouncing around, but he didn't say anything about it. It was just that his malicious gaze did not really leave Wu Qi Yao's body.
It was clear to see that he was very anxious, but he did not rush him either.
Wu Qi Yao was currently deep in thought about the overhanging cliff in front of him.
The cliff that was so tall that it reached into the clouds, was as if it had been separated by a blade. Below that cliff was even a small pool of water.
As such, he merely stood there with his head raised up as he examined that cliff. He maintained this posture for a long time.
