The journey from Song to Snow God Mountain in Qin spanned ten thousand li. At the Demon Dragon's flying speed, even factoring in rest and meals along the way, the round trip took no more than a day.
Thus, by the morning just half a day later, Jiang Dali had already met Sikong Zhaixing, along with Lu Xiaofeng, who had rushed over after hearing the news.
"Actually, if Village Lord Jiang wanted to see me, you could have just notified your brothers in Song and had them tell me. I could have run over myself. Why trouble Brother Dragon to personally fly over and pick me up? What an injustice to Brother Dragon."
After jumping down from the Demon Dragon's back, Sikong Zhaixing tried to ingratiatingly stroke its lower jaw. But the Demon Dragon suddenly widened its eyes, frightening him into retreat. He awkwardly smiled at Jiang Dali. "Look at how unhappy Brother Dragon is now."
Jiang Dali smiled faintly, standing with his hands behind his back. "Looks like your Thousand Mile Movement Technique has reached a decent level? Are you confident you could run here from Song within a day?"
Sikong Zhaixing smugly replied, "Of course. My movement speed has now surpassed two—no, three Lu Xiaofengs. Hahahaha!"
Jiang Dali cut straight to the point. "So your internal energy can sustain that movement technique for a long time too?"
Sikong Zhaixing was instantly speechless.
The Thousand Mile Movement Technique was certainly fast, but its consumption of internal energy was equally astonishing. Jiang Dali could use it freely, but that did not mean Sikong Zhaixing, whose internal energy had not yet reached two Jiazi, could do the same.
"Brother Lu, Brother Sikong!"
At that moment, Xiao Feng strode in from behind. With an excited expression, he gave Lu Xiaofeng, who had