The teahouse where Lin Ming and his companions sat was bustling with people. Nearly every seat on the first floor was occupied, and conversations, shouts, and clinking cups mingled into a noisy, lively din.
The second floor was somewhat better, though seven or eight tables were occupied there as well. Spiritual energy surged around every guest, marking them as cultivators of considerable strength. At one table, two Tier 8 Supremes were discussing something in hushed voices.
As Lin Ming's group came upstairs, the guests glanced their way. Once they sensed that Lin Ming's and Zi Yan's auras were as unfathomable as deep pools, they quietly withdrew their gazes.
At a sensitive time like this, it was better to avoid unnecessary trouble. Everyone understood that.
"Lord Lin, Lady Zi Yan, we're approaching the Far Western Lands, but there won't be any Teleportation Spirit Arrays available from here on. We'll have to fly the rest of the way ourselves," Xia Jia said softly from beside Lin Ming.
Though her voice was gentle, there was a trace of caution in her tone.
As a seasoned traveler who had spent years roaming the Western Region, she knew the outskirts of the Far Western Lands better than anyone. There were no sizable cities or established powers in those places, so naturally, no one had built Teleportation Spirit Arrays there. They would have to cover the remaining distance under their own power.
Lin Ming nodded slightly and took a sip from the teacup before him. The Far Western Lands were too desolate. Presumably, no faction had ever been willing to spend the effort to build Teleportation Spirit Arrays there, since the returns would never justify the investment.
Fortunately, their destination was no longer far away. At their speed, they would reach the true fringes of the