The night passed without incident.
With Xiao Mo keeping watch, it would have been difficult for anything to happen even if they wanted it to.
It was like when Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mo had previously made a trip to Qingyuan Prefecture and worked as escorts for several days. The martial arts school disciples escorting the shipment had worried that, after breaking the rules to drink, they might be robbed by bandits blocking the road. Yet apart from an Ascension Realm sword cultivator and a Limitless Martial Cultivator, there had also been Zhixuan Peak's Yuan Ling Hall hidden in the shadows, a man universally acknowledged to possess Jade Purity killing power comparable to an Immortal's. Let alone in a small country's Qingyuan Prefecture, even in any world, if someone had blindly charged into such an escort mission, it would no longer be called robbing an escort shipment. By a certain saying from the Summer Palace, it was called Light Gift, Heavy Meaning—traveling a thousand miles to deliver one's own head.
Chen Ping'an closed his eyes and concentrated his Qi, gathering his mind into a mustard seed as he tidied the shattered mountains and rivers within his Human Body Small World.
Pei Qian stood at the cliff's edge, holding a stance with Mountain Shaking Fist. Half asleep yet not asleep, she nourished her fist intent.
When the horizon turned fish-belly white, Chen Ping'an suddenly suggested that they go high into the sky to watch the vast sea and the sunrise. Though he had suffered a Realm Drop, Chen Ping'an was still a genuine Limitless Martial Cultivator.
Only Cao Qinglang was still merely a Dragon Gate Realm cultivator for the time being. His wind-riding "ascension" could not reach high enough, so Xiao Mo grabbed his shoulder and brought him along to the