Riding atop Chen Kangbao, the pair headed towards Kunling Ferry.
The mountainous path was rugged—they ascended, and on the rocky edges, ferns were abundant.
However, due to its remoteness and danger, no peasant women came to gather wild vegetables near Kunling Ferry.
Quickly, under the "Blessing" status, Chen Kangbao briskly moved along, bringing Qi Yuan to Kunling Ferry.
Kunling Ferry was eerily quiet, the only sound was the noise of insects in the grass.
"Young Master, it looks like a big battle took place here, could it be the commotion from earlier?" Chen Kangbao pondered, a fearful expression on his face as he looked at the ruins of Kunling Ferry ahead.
The entire Kunling Ferry appeared as if it had been split open by a giant's sword.
Mud, marshes, and severely damaged bushes spread before them; from afar, a pungent stench wafted over.
"Put on my gas mask, and our equipment, and carry me on your back!" Qi Yuan ordered.
He was still very weak at that moment.