Qi Yun quickly smiled and said, "No, no, I'm fully aware of your skills, I'm just worried about the cold mountain weather, we might not handle it well."
Old Zhao heard this and finally agreed, grumbling, "It takes three days to get through from here, but along our route there are wooden cabins, as long as you don't encounter a snowstorm, you don't need to worry too much."
Qi Yun nodded and asked the most crucial question, "If we go over there, does that count as smuggling? We won't get caught by those people on the east side, right?"
"What's this smuggling thing? Here, this mountain always belongs to us." Old Zhao scoffed, tapped his tobacco pipe on the ground, and continued, "Just avoid our side's checkpoints and don't make it difficult for them."
"Although I haven't been to that side in years, I've heard from the late Old Zhang that, while it's under the east side, that area is very remote, and there's no clear border line or special guards."
