Jiang Ping An stood atop the Lion-headed Eagle's broad back, facing the biting wind in silence.
It took him a long time to barely force down the frustration and fury of having two divine medicines stolen from him.
Revenge against those three from the Feather Soul Tribe could be set aside for now.
What mattered most was seizing the time to use the two Nine-Leaf Violet Orchids he had obtained to raise his cultivation.
For the moment, he had no spare time or energy to tangle with those people.
After all, their cultivation was higher than his. Revenge would not be easy.
He steadied his mind and directed the Lion-headed Eagle beneath his feet, carrying Shi Da He as they sped toward Great Lake Village.
By the time the Lion-headed Eagle's enormous shadow once more blanketed Great Lake Village, it was already deep into the night, with stars strewn across the sky.
The round trip had taken less than a full day.
Yet the village was not wrapped in its usual sleeping silence.
On the contrary, the entire village was brightly lit. Numerous torches and crude oil lamps had been lit, their gathered glow illuminating the central part of the village.
By the routine of ordinary people in this era, everyone should have long since entered their dreams.
Though the people of this village were born exceptionally strong, far beyond the average standards of later generations,
they had never systematically cultivated methods of refining the spirit. Their minds and bodies still needed sleep to recover.
"Huh? Why is everyone still awake? And they're all gathered outside my home. Were they waiting for us to return?"
Looking at the crowd below—especially when he saw that the center of the crowd was the Wooden Cabin that was his home—Shi Da He's honest