A few days later, the surface wounds of the young men, including the two brothers of the Si family, had scabbed over and healed. Their progress on the road became much easier as a result. They crossed a few more small peaks, and things went relatively smoothly. According to Han Dazhu’s calculations, they had covered half the distance, and it would take another month and a half to reach their destination. When everyone heard this, they cheered. Hope was within sight, and victory lay ahead. Everyone picked up their pace.
However, the further they traveled, the lower the temperatures in the mountains became. The deep mountains were bone-chillingly cold; even in the middle of summer, any spot in the deep forest without sunlight felt freezing. Once they reached higher ground or the outer fringes of the mountains, a single gust of wind would make them shiver uncontrollably. It was gloomy, cold, and dark.
There were over twenty elderly people in the traveling party, and Si Jiuyue was particularly worried that they wouldn’t be able to endure the cold, especially her grandmother and her great-aunt. After much thought, she waited until nightfall and secretly pulled down-filled vests from her Dimension for the two elders to wear.
Chapter 187