"Rest... let's take a break, I really can't hold on much longer."
Miao Conglu bit her lip tightly, her cheeks flushed, and sweat trickling down.
The wrist wielding the Mountain Splitting Saber had long since become swollen and sore, even raising it was difficult.
After all, without the Gu Insect drawing strength from Lu Chuan for support, Miao Conglu was just an ordinary person.
Facing this rugged mountain road stretching hundreds of miles, it was indeed too difficult for a delicate woman like her. Lu Chuan and Yun Ji exchanged a glance and tacitly agreed to stop.
Clearly, the distance to the Old Lands of Qingqiu was getting shorter, and along the way, Lu Chuan and the others even encountered a few martial artists planning to rob them, but were swiftly dealt with by Lu Chuan.
However, encountering other people at least proved their path had not deviated and that they were indeed heading towards the Old Lands of Qingqiu.
