Zhong Shan, Wang Jingwen, Jin Peng, Corpse Mister, Heavenly Old, Hao Meili, and Xiao Jin Dragon—a party of six people and one dragon—set out from the High Heaven Court on the second evening, heading straight for the West Continent.
Long-distance travel was always dull. Along the way, everyone stopped resting. Zhong Shan could not afford to wait.
Although Hao Meili complained bitterly the whole way, their speed never slowed. In the end, everyone entered seclusion inside the great hall, while Jin Peng carried the hall and shot toward the west. Occasionally, Jin Peng rested and someone else carried everyone onward.
Finally, ten years later, they reached the outskirts of the West Continent.
"Whew, we've been rushing like our lives depended on it. I'm about to throw up from all this traveling!" Hao Meili said bluntly.
"All right. We'll rest for two days before continuing," Zhong Shan said with a nod.
Under Zhong Shan's lead, everyone flew toward a city in the mortal world.
Humans were social creatures after all. Aside from a few eccentric people, most would feel extremely refreshed after going a long time without seeing a crowd and then suddenly encountering a mass of people.
After ten years of frantic travel, everyone had been cooped up for a long time. That was why Zhong Shan brought them into a city—to vent the pent-up gloom in their hearts.
As for choosing an ordinary mortal city, that was out of consideration for keeping a low profile. Their current goal was to reach the Phoenix Territory as quickly as possible, so they did not want to cause trouble. It was not that Zhong Shan feared trouble; they simply had important matters at hand and had to avoid unnecessary complications. After all, no one could say what trouble might bring.
They landed