The pace of the carriage was truly slow.
Moreover, it could only run on the ground, having to circle around the mountain.
Along the journey, Shen Han chatted leisurely with the companions on the carriage.
In this realm, the naming of martial prowess is completely different from that of Great Wei.
Take this Venerable Mo for instance; he belongs to the Snow Mountain Realm.
The name of the realm was unheard of, and its significance hard to grasp.
According to the companions, Mo Wanshui could cleave a mountain with a single slash, break through water with a single move, standing alone against an army.
But these descriptions sounded too misty.
Just listening to this, it was truly hard to know his real strength.
The carriage traveled for about a day, a full twelve two-hours.
Bumping along the way, among the companions, some with weaker constitution looked deathly pale.
Upon disembarking from the carriage, they found another towering mountain ahead.
