To the north, the mountains.
The True Realm was not large. Compared to the vast expanse of the Celestial Empire, it was merely a corner of the world. It was only because it had so many martial arts inheritances and such abundant resources that so many experts had emerged.
That was why there could be a contest for the title of number one under heaven. Otherwise, like in the Celestial Empire, with experts scattered east and west, just traveling to meet them would take ages. To challenge every Grandmaster, who knew what year it would be?
The Demon Sect's main headquarters was a hidden sect nestled within the mountains of the Northern Zhao Kingdom.
Ji Yanchang and his companion traveled swiftly, lavishly consuming precious Nourishing Supplements to restore their strength. Using Elixir Strength to hasten their journey, they reached the outskirts of the mountains in just a few days.
Even at their speed, they had likely arrived outside the mountains earlier than the deputy sect master. But they did not know which route he had taken, and for experts, the mountains could be climbed into from any direction.
Since they had not encountered him along the way, they could only try slipping in to gather information.
Unfortunately, after attempting it several times, they were either forced back by layers upon layers of mechanisms or ran into the Demon Sect Master's Sense Danger and Avoid, exposing themselves.
Neither side wished to fight, so they agreed to meet outside.
"Brother Yanchang, it has been a long time since we last met."
Within the Northern Zhao Kingdom's Imperial Preceptor's Residence, the Demon Sect Master sat before a stone table. He lifted his teacup, blew over the leaves, took a sip, and spoke with a smile.
Judging by his bearing alone, he seemed more