Li Qiye marched forward with Ling Ximo right behind him. She followed quietly without sparking a conversation.

He didn’t go all out because she wouldn’t be able to keep up. Alas, his slow speed remained a struggle for her to keep up.

Nevertheless, she didn’t groan at all as beads of sweat dripped all over nor asked to stop for a break.

He was aware of her physical limit and would discretely slow down or stop for her sake.

Just like that, they made it to his destination, a place of verdant hills and rolling mountains. Plenty of ancient temples were around - 128 of them for the 128 peaks upon careful examination.

Furthermore, these peaks were arranged in an orderly manner, from small to big then...