The less we dwell on the specifics of Hei and Bai's month-long odyssey toward the Kingdom of Linhai, the better it is for the collective sanity of the cultivation world.
To recount every blunder would be to write a comedy written by a divine entity with a very cruel sense of irony. Which would be me.
The expedition took exactly thirty days.
In that span of which time, these two managed to defy the laws of probability with a consistency that bordered on the supernatural.
They got lost three times, which wasn't just "missed a turn" lost, but "somehow ended up in a different climate zone" lost.
They joined a nomadic tribe, only to realize, as the wood was being stacked around them, that they had been invited as honored guests and given all those delicious meals, to be hailed as the centerpiece for a ritual sacrifice.
Their escape was narrow, fueled more by sheer confusion than any tactical brilliance.
