"By the way, Fellow Daoist Li, how strong are you now?" Meng Lai asked Li Zhōujūn curiously. "Back then, you helped my Tianqing Domain quell the turmoil. Your cultivation should have been at the peak of the Source King Realm. More than two hundred years have passed since then, so you should have broken through to the Source Emperor Realm by now, right?"
Li Zhōujūn smiled and released the aura of a First-Rank Source Emperor for an instant.
Meng Lai sighed with emotion. "Good heavens, with your talent, if you had cultivated at my Tianyi Hall, you really wouldn't be any worse than me."
"Fellow Daoist Meng, you're too modest." Li Zhōujūn smiled.
"Then, Fellow Daoist Li, shall we set off? I'm not particularly interested in the Seven-Colored Sea-Burning Flame, but the former master of the Tianyi Pavilion here once told me that after the Sea-Burning Emperor was gravely wounded and died, this flame concealed itself in the Sand River Mountain Range." Meng Lai spoke.
"It isn't in Mad Sand Valley?" Li Zhōujūn asked, puzzled.
"Can you believe what that tea-stall owner said?" Meng Lai shook his head.
"It's not that I look down on him. With cultivation at the Source Master Realm, anyone with slightly higher cultivation, a bit of brains, and an understanding that walls have ears would never let him overhear anything while talking.
"But to reach the Sand River Mountain Range, we do indeed have to pass through Mad Sand Valley."
"Then I'll trouble you." Li Zhōujūn smiled.
"Of course." Meng Lai smiled.
Afterward, Li Zhōujūn and Meng Lai set off for the Sand River Mountain Range.
Along the way, Meng Lai also sent a message through special means to the Tianyi Pavilion in the Yellow Sand Domain, asking whether his junior sister Si Yumo had