A dim, waning sun suddenly appeared in their sight.
"Ahem, Senior Brother."
Gazing at the rolling mountains and the crisscrossed, ruined paths between them, Qu Junhou slowed down and dutifully followed Zhang Jing, while also saying quite awkwardly:
"Would you mind leading the way, brother? Let's get out of these mountains first. My sense of direction isn't very good actually."
"Understood."
With a faint smile, Zhang Jing took the lead and moved forward.
Neither of them mentioned the use of flight techniques.
Although Qu Junhou had mentioned that the strongest beings in this realm were only at the Dharma Phase Realm, this was a new world after all. Caution was the better part of valor, especially for newcomers.
Especially for Zhang Jing.
He knew that something unusual probably happened in the Nether Night Realm.
Only by staying on the ground.
Would he feel relatively safe.
