There was nothing strange about this. Two years ago, Gan Mingfeng had not yet attained his current cultivation, nor had he consulted materials related to Lishou Mountain. His knowledge had been limited, yet he had miraculously escaped from Lishou Mountain. Luck might have played a part, but more likely, there was some special factor involved.
Of course, Meng Zhao had only harbored the faintest suspicion before. Now, he could almost be certain that this special factor was connected to arrangements made during the Imperial Sui era. Perhaps it was the arrangement of the Great Sui Imperial Advisor, perhaps a pawn of that Goguryeo Evil Artifact, perhaps a hidden piece planted by some third party. In any case, it was extraordinary.
He was now rather glad that he had not killed the man. Keeping him alive until now might yield rich rewards.
As the saying went, a mountain seen can run a horse to death. The Town Evil Golden Hall appeared immense, towering, and majestic, and seemed not far from the two of them. Yet once they stepped onto the Suspended Golden Steps, they discovered that this stretch of road seemed endless.
Perhaps a quarter of an hour had passed, perhaps half an hour, perhaps an entire hour. The farther they walked, the stranger it felt. Why, after walking so far, did the distance to the golden hall's gates still seem nearly the same as when they had first seen them?
"Gan Mingfeng, do you know why, after we've walked for so long, we still haven't reached the gates of that golden hall?"
Meng Zhao still chose to question Gan Mingfeng. His martial arts, his exceptional abilities, and his Trump Cards were of little use at this moment. Brute force might solve many problems, but not all of them. He needed