For ordinary Wheel Sea Realm cultivators, flying through the air was still quite taxing unless they possessed some special technique.
To fly freely with virtually no restrictions, one generally had to advance to the Dao Palace Realm.
But naturally, Qin He was an exception.
The art of Cloud Riding and Mist Driving was not only faster than forcibly using vital energy to propel oneself through the air, but also consumed relatively less.
So long as he was willing to spend true essence, he could reach roughly thirty percent of the speed of an escape technique, which was already exceedingly remarkable.
But there was no need to hurry on this journey, so Qin He simply flew along at an unhurried pace, his hands clasped behind his back.
As he passed a large tree, Qin He came to a stop.
A person stood on the tree—a young disciple of the Blood Raven Clan.
It was that unlucky fellow Wu Xian, whom Qin He had previously pinned to the tree and sealed his mouth. Nearly a month had passed, yet he had somehow not been eaten by wild beasts.
Qin He hesitated for a moment, then pointed a finger. The boy promptly fell from the tree with an "Ow!" and landed flat on his back, limbs splayed in all directions.
Seeing this, Qin He shook his head and flew away.
Half a day later, Black Wind Town.
This was a town spanning several miles. If walls were built around it, it would be more than qualified to be called a small city.
The town was quite bustling, and the overwhelming majority were Demon Cultivators in human form.
Yet Qin He also spotted some members of the Human Race mingling among the Demon Cultivators, without seeming at all out of place.
This surprised