“Go climb it.” Li Qiye gave Jiahui a glance and commended.

“Climb it?” She pointed at herself then the mountain before stammering: “Me-me? Going up the divine mountain?”

“Yes, carry me up there.” Li Qiye slowly closed his eyes.

Jiahui’s vision darted back and forth between her and Li Qiye, thinking that he might be joking despite his serious expression.

No one has been able to do so for millions of years now. Even the strongest member of Mountguard couldn’t do so, let alone an ordinary disciple like her. Moreover, she needed to carry Li Qiye too? 

“I, I can’t do it. I think I’ll be turned into...