The sun shone brightly for only two days before turning to partly cloudy, the vast clear sky turning grey as several darker clouds adorned it, like a splash-ink painting in grey tones, making one's heart tense.
But this did not affect Xie Tian and Wen Shui's mood in the slightest. Early in the morning, the two of them made a lavish breakfast by hand, savoring it deliciously. After Xie Tian washed up, Wen Shui took out a lock and handed it to Xie Tian.
"You'll be staying in the mountains for a long time, better lock it up."
Xie Tian nodded, locked the door of the inner courtyard, tightened the backpack on his back, took a small horse, and followed behind Wen Shui toward the Land of Hope.
With only six days left until the power of the Primordial Yang Pill was exhausted, Xie Tian felt somewhat nervous. He wasn't nervous about his impending death but feared that if Wuchen couldn't cure him, then his first life goal might never be achieved.