Tiger Cry Cliff, mournful sounds rising everywhere.
Another night endured. The sparse sunlight is reluctant to fall, faint light spots barely proving it's day. The wet forest crossing the night is far from comfortable. Wen Caishang held Li Xian tightly, yet felt a certain warmth, aside from a bit of dampness.
She naturally awoke, sat upright for inner cultivation, her hair slightly swaying, slowing yet holding back miraculous progress.
The rain slightly paused.
Li Xian thought: "Tiger Cry Ridge spans eight hundred miles, and the Endless Mountain Range beside it stretches across several provinces and states. Whether it can be traversed is extremely challenging. It is not a task achievable overnight; my martial arts practice must not be neglected!"
