"Prince Mo, everything is prepared on your end?"
At this moment, the leader on the other side came over with his people, and looking at Ya Molian and her party, his eyes practically driving their carriage up White Blind Mountain, they shimmered with nothing but contempt.
When you're in the mountains, what can't you eat? Why must you bring along so many heavy items—trying to show off your abilities?
Wouldn't it be better to go light like us?
"Where are your supplies?"
Ya Molian looked at them, but the one who spoke out was Zhe Jue.
"Commander Mo, don't tell us you're planning to ascend White Blind Mountain without preparing anything," he said, furrowing his brow as he looked at the comfortably dressed Commander Mo.
"What's wrong with that? Why bring so many things? Can't you just find something to eat on the mountain, isn't that so?" Commander Mo replied.
Zhe Jue and the others: "..."
That blood river they just passed, did he not take it seriously at all?
