"We need to find someone to ask around, we can't say we're from Huayan Peak. Just say we're from Wulong Mountain; the prodigal sons of Wulong Mountain who have escaped to other planes and are unfamiliar with this place—that's understandable."
An Jiuyue put down her chopsticks and spoke to the two of them.
In this plane, it was clear they were at a disadvantage; they didn't fully understand even what this environment was like. The tasks ahead were not going to be easy.
"When we arrive at the next town, I'll go and inquire," she said.
Yuu Rong raised both hands in approval of the suggestion. If they didn't get to know this plane any better, he didn't know if his old back could take it—he was already in too much pain from the collision earlier.
...
The next day, early in the morning, dawn had arrived, and the three of them quickly packed up their belongings, tossed them into the spatial storage, and set off.
