"Alright."
Used to obeying orders, the youngsters jumped off their horses and organized their equipment methodically.
Wang Meng held two large iron hammers and a dagger hidden in his boots.
Feng Yi carried a curved bow, an arrow quiver on his back, and a short sword in his arms.
Shitou had a dagger stashed in each of his boots.
Mo Canglan had a medicine chest slung on his back and a bamboo flute in hand.
Lin Yixuan held Baoya in his arms, wore a sleeve arrow on his left wrist, and had a short sword hidden in his right boot.
Lin Clan's two brothers each had a long sword hanging from their waists and daggers hidden in their boots.
"Is everyone ready?"
Lin Qingluo's eyes were scorching.
"Ready."
Together, the young men responded.
"Good, let's enter the mountain."
With great satisfaction, Lin Qingluo nodded her head and, under the scorching gazes of seven pairs of eyes, summoned her Blessed Land, using her Great Divine Power to store the eight steeds within it.