So there was only one choice.
"We're leaving," she said at last, her voice steady and commanding as her group gathered around her.
"Leaving?" Xian Yu blinked, his delicate face still pale from mana exhaustion. His soft voice trembled, though more from surprise than weakness. "Where… to?"
"Another camp," Ling Yu replied. She tilted her head slightly, her sunken gaze cutting toward the distant mountains.
Song frowned as he fell into a deep thought. "But wouldn't that put us farther from the main road? The map Shen Ming gave us shows the closest camp to the east. You're saying we should go west?"
"Yes." Ling Yu didn't hesitate. "He's going east. Which means we go west. That's all there is to it."
Still, her companions hesitated. Nie Ziyu in particular looked conflicted, his lips pressed into a thin line. He kept his meek expression, nodding lightly, though the mystery in his eyes flickered like a poisonous ember.
