Time went back one month ago.
Within Xichuan Country.
Tired footsteps stepped on the ground between dense forests, with wretched figures struggling to walk.
Zhao Changqing wiped the water droplets that seeped through the forest mist on his face, paused briefly, and took a breather.
Even though he was mentally prepared for it, he realized what it meant to be in a world-famous country surrounded by mountain ranges only when he actually embarked on this journey.
Even for them, the people born between the mountain ridges in the southwest, it was quite difficult to walk through one steep mountain range after another.
"Although the losses are somewhat huge, the good thing is that everything is about to end."
Zhao Changqing murmured, looking back at the long line of people behind him, his face couldn't help but smile.
It had been a month since they entered the mountains.