"Alright, let's keep looking then," Ye Yi'an guessed what Han Yan was thinking and nodded in agreement.
After taking the elixir refined by Ye Yi'an, the group rested for a while. Once their injuries were not a big issue anymore, they continued walking up the rugged mountain path.
The higher they climbed, the more powerful the mountain winds became. After thousands of years of wind and frost erosion, the massive stones presented peculiar and varied shapes, giving off a strange sense of desolation.
Fortunately, both Ye Yi'an and Sikong Qinglan had strong abilities. Han Yan used the Xuanhuang Energy to barely keep the Power of Laws embedded in the harsh winds at bay, and Mu Tu, being naturally robust and having trained in Martial Arts for years, did not find it overly strenuous. As for Ling Baobao, he was an exception; neither the Divine Continent nor the Holy Court Continent's laws could affect his cultivation strength, and it did not influence him personally.
