"Heading east all the way? Are there any dangerous places along the route?"
As he spoke, Luo Hong looked toward the map Jian Yunhua had taken out.
"The rest is manageable, but Feiliu Gorge will likely be difficult to bypass!"
With a flick of her sword fingers, Jian Yunhua marked a point of light on the map and continued:
"There is a major Rong Clan city to both the north and south of this place. If we get too close, we may expose our tracks. But if we take a detour, it will delay us by at least half a year."
"We cannot afford such a delay. In half a year, Iron Bone will surely have recovered seven or eight-tenths from the injuries inflicted by Luo's incarnation!"
Luo Hong immediately rejected the possibility of taking a detour.
Though he had seemed to deal with Iron Bone with ease, that had in fact depended on Iron Bone being distracted by the Myriad Yang Cauldron and caught off guard.
If he truly faced Iron Bone at his peak, with the latter no longer underestimating him, Luo Hong would have to expose most of his secrets just to contend with him!
Therefore, they had to leave the Rong Clan territory as quickly as possible, even if it meant taking some risks.
"Then our only path is to force our way through Feiliu Gorge. There will surely be no shortage of Rong Clan cultivators blocking the way!"
Jian Yunhua understood the principle that it was better to face ten Holy Rank cultivators than one Mahayana Cultivator. Her gaze sharpened as she spoke.
"Haha, then let us see whether these Rong Clan cultivators have what it takes to stop us! Time is pressing—we set off at once!"
Below the Mahayana realm, Luo Hong no longer