Nine days into their journey, the trio finally reached the edge of Broken Fang Ravine—a day earlier than expected.
"I think we overdid the marching," Han Yu muttered, rubbing his legs as they crested a hill.
"No, you overdid the marching," Fatty Kui groaned. "I was ready to stop and make camp two days ago, but you kept shouting, 'We make time or time makes us!' like some motivational goose."
Han Yu raised a brow. "Did you just compare me to a goose?"
"An inspirational one," Fatty Kui clarified.
Wu Shuan ignored the bickering and crouched at the edge of the hill, squinting at the terrain ahead. "That's the ravine," he pointed.
