Chu Mu was speechless.
He remembered clearly.
'Back then, I crossed a full one hundred and eight paces!'
'The limit was ninety-nine paces, and I exceeded it by a full nine!'
'And if the limit was ninety paces, an excess of nine meant courting death—a survival rate of less than one percent!'
After a moment of silence, Chu Mu abruptly changed the subject. "Since your Clan knows this place inside and out, Miss Qin, why would they let you risk coming here?"
"There's no such thing as a smooth journey in Immortal Dao Cultivation."
Qin Zhaoxue was perfectly calm. "If one always expects their Clan's protection, relying on its power for everything, then a Clan like that won't last for very long."
Chu Mu was taken aback for a moment before breaking into a knowing smile.
In his many years on the Immortal Path, he had traveled from south to north and back again, through Great Chu and the Vast Sea, and had seen countless things.
