Mu Lianxiao faced Mrs. Zhou, clearly seeing the melancholy in her eyes.
"Mother..."
Mu Lianxiao had just begun to speak when Mrs. Zhou interrupted him.
Mrs. Zhou shook her head, her gaze moving to the large bow hanging on the wall, staring at it deeply.
It was the longbow once used by Mu Yuance.
Mrs. Zhou smiled faintly: "In the past, your father said that of the entire northwest border, Lindong's Shanyu Pass is not the closest to Ancient Meili City, yet it's the most likely to reach."
Mu Lianxiao's eyes suddenly tightened, and Du Yunluo's heart followed suit, pounding.
"Nothing can be hidden from you," Mu Lianxiao said in a lowered voice.
Mrs. Zhou laughed bitterly: "The so-called most likely is merely the tallest among the dwarves.
The desert terrain is perilous, with no oasis along the way. Even the Dazi prefer to detour through the grasslands to invade the Northern Border than to disrupt Shanyu Pass."
