The barbaric mountain ranges were complex in terrain, and despite the water pond being only about ten miles away, navigating around them would take quite some time.
Especially in certain areas where, although passable, were the territories of some powerful monsters—deviating was the only option.
At this moment, they had already reached the central parts of the barbaric mountain ranges, teeming with monsters strong enough to forge bodies. Any random encounter would prove troublesome, so avoidance was key.
"Stop."
In front of a mountain stream, Chu Fengmian suddenly halted his steps.
"Brother Chu, what's wrong?"
Hao Lan asked from behind, his voice tinged with curiosity.
"We need to take a detour—there are monsters in this stream, and they're not easy to deal with," said Chu Fengmian, surveying the streaming brook with a calm voice.
As he spoke, he was planning to head to the right.
"A detour?"