Thus, neither of them said anything.
Yang Qingxi simply nodded lightly, acknowledging their misunderstanding.
"Knowing something and experiencing it yourself are completely different things."
Song Meilin thought about it before agreeing.
"That is true."
However, a trace of doubt still remained in her eyes.
The explanation was reasonable. Yet something felt slightly off.
Unfortunately, she couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.
In the end, she chose not to pursue the matter.
Everyone had their own secrets.
As long as they didn't possess malicious intentions toward White Moon Sect, she wasn't interested in digging deeper.
After all, White Moon Sect wasn't hostile toward outside cultivators.
In fact, many wandering cultivators had joined the sect over the centuries.
Because of the constant threat posed by the Pishachas, White Moon Sect rarely rejected capable individuals.
The three continued forward while chatting casually.
The mountain path gradually became steeper.
