Nothing happened that night.
The next morning, the rain had passed and the sky had cleared.
Jiang Fan woke the children. After making a few simple preparations, he led them out of the ruined temple.
Then, his divine sense swept across a hundred-mile radius, quickly locating the nearest town.
"Don't be nervous!"
Jiang Fan told the children.
With a wave of his hand, a gentle pale-golden Spiritual Power enveloped them all.
"I'll take you to the city now!"
Before the children could react, they felt their bodies grow light.
The next moment, they rose into the air with Jiang Fan.
"Wow!"
Several of the younger children cried out in surprise, their eyes brimming with wonder.
Though the sensation of flying frightened them, it was even more novel to them.
Jiang Fan controlled his speed, flying as steadily as possible.
In less than the time it took to burn an incense stick, the outline of a town appeared on the horizon ahead.
He brought the children down in a secluded spot outside the town, then entered on foot and headed straight for the government office.
When the constables at the yamen saw a group of ragged children suddenly approach, they froze for a moment before frowning.
"Move along, move along!"
"What do you want?"
Jiang Fan stepped forward, raised a hand, and displayed the token Wei Lang had given him.
"Sir!"
"I have something to report!"
The constable's gaze swept over the token. His pupils shrank, and he hurriedly bowed.
"I wouldn't dare!"
"I spoke disrespectfully just now. I hope you'll forgive me, sir!"
Jiang Fan had not expected the token Wei Lang gave him to carry such weight even in Heavenly Peace Prefecture.
He had merely intended to use the token to make things easier, yet this constable had become