Crippled

The two glided until the moon reached its peak in the sky. After that, they stopped for a rest before beginning their journey once again.

It was dawn as the two arrived at the great broad river.

The mist spread toward the horizon as the river was neither calm nor fast. It resembled a broad pond as it lustered; its mist was incredibly dense.

The bank on the opposite could vaguely be seen, well-concealed amid the morning mist.

The two would not be able to glide across this lake no matter how skilled their Light-body Techniques were. Their only option was to find a boat.

Chu Li frowned and looked around before he looked at the upstream.

"What's wrong?" Li Ruolan realized that his expression looked strange. "Could it be that the Hai Cang Mountain hasn't given up yet?"

Chu Li nodded slowly. "It looks like we've underestimated them!"

"Are they still trying to kill us?" Li Ruolan frowned.