Walking on a mountain path.
The male figure leading the way seemed to be under twenty, with a longsword on his back and empty hands, walking leisurely like a stroll at the foot of the mountain.
The girl following him looked about thirteen or fourteen, largely because her petite stature made her appear that age, when in actuality, Lin Jiangxian was soon to reach adulthood in a few more months.
Her steps were slightly labored, and it was clear that her physique was indeed poor, even somewhat breathless, which obviously did not suit the physique of a cultivator.
Nightfall had already darkened the sky.
They had started their journey up the mountain in the afternoon, walking intermittently for over two hours, deepening into the heartland, remaining silent as if by tacit understanding throughout the journey.
Suddenly, the youth stopped his steps, but even such a simple motion ended up startling Lin Jiangxian into retreating repeatedly.
With a look of helplessness, he turned around.
