"Hmm." Monk Hushu gave a noncommittal hum.
"What about me?" Lin Mu asked.
"You? You're coming straight to the top with me," Monk Hushu said without hesitation.
"The main temple, then," Lin Mu said, understanding.
"Indeed. We should pay our respects to the Elders and the Abbot as soon as possible." Monk Hushu's voice held both reverence and nostalgia. He had not seen them in a long time and missed them deeply.
"Then let's hurry up," Lin Mu said, taking the first step onto the mountain.
The others followed behind, beginning their ascent.
Forty thousand steps might seem daunting, but for cultivators, it was little more than a walk. Even Meng Bai could reach the top with effort, though he would be thoroughly fatigued by the end. Lin Mu, on the other hand, could scale it a hundred times without losing breath.
After an hour, they reached the first temple. There, Meng Bai and Daoist Chu stopped and were led to a peaceful resting area by other monks.
