Wei Ziang confirmed they should continue climbing. He took the sickle in hand, leading the way and clearing the path, while letting Xiaomi follow behind him.
"There's a small path here. What exactly is up there? Did anyone specifically go up?"
Xiaomi attempted several times to move ahead, but Wei Ziang stopped him each time, so he had no choice but to be pulled along, looking around curiously.
The path under their feet was narrower than the previous section, but the sides were still well-maintained, continuing to follow the stream upwards.
This time, however, they didn't head directly up the mountain; instead, they walked a distance forward before connecting to another large mountain.
"It's possible; otherwise, no one would clear a path this far out intentionally."
The forest above was even denser. It was the season of spring, and the wild grass alongside the small path was flourishing.
Wei Ziang picked up a stick, brushing aside the grass on either side of the path ahead.
