Song Changsheng was not surprised that True Lord Huaming and the Brocade Banner had been in close contact.
Song Wuji had taken the initiative to contact this man. Given his character, it certainly was not for some so-called fairness; it was all for profit.
Thus, before coming here, he had already decided how to handle the situation.
Early the next morning, the group boarded a large flying boat and set off for Myriad Manifestations Palace.
The place where they had stayed the previous day was called Thousand Blades City, a newly risen Golden Core Force from the past two centuries. It lay at the border between the Great Qian Cultivation World and the Great Cheng Cultivation World, and its scale surpassed even Sunset City by several degrees.
There was still quite a long journey between it and Myriad Manifestations Palace. If Song Changsheng had been alone, he could have set out at dawn and arrived by dusk.
But with several juniors in tow, they needed the flying boat's aid. In any case, they had plenty of time, and admiring the scenery along the way was not bad either.
"Great Qian really is different from our Great Qi. These villages and towns are just scattered out in the open, without even city walls. Aren't they afraid of demon beasts and rogue cultivators harming mortals?" Song Youfu leaned over the railing, watching the villages and towns flash past below with a face full of amazement.
"Otherwise, clan uncle, who do you think we have been fighting the Demon Race for year after year to protect? Isn't it them? They have not contributed even an inch of merit beyond the borders, yet they occupy the most fertile and peaceful lands." Song Jingwei's tone was icy. Her father and grandfather had both fallen in