The Course of the Melee
The two of them each stood on a long sword beneath their feet and set off swiftly eastward. Their speed was not bad.
To gauge Bi Fan's strength, Xu Ye held his breath and pushed himself to accelerate as hard as he could. He glanced at Bi Fan, only to be stunned by the young man's calm, unruffled expression as he kept pace effortlessly.
What level of cultivation did this young man, who seemed about his age, have? How could he travel so easily and leisurely?
As Xu Ye was wondering, Bi Fan smiled faintly and held one hand out behind him as if into thin air. "Sorry, I'm in a hurry to get to Darao City. We'd better pick up the pace!"
As soon as he finished speaking, an immense force shoved Xu Ye forward. He shot ahead at a speed far beyond what he could manage even at full strength, leaving him so astonished that he could not say a word.
The two of them continued traveling like that, stopping to rest only a few times along the way.
Only when dusk fell did Bi Fan gradually slow down. Once they had descended to where they could see the streets below, he smiled and said, "Brother Xu, let's call it a day here. There's a city below. Shall we go down and rest our feet?"
Xu Ye could not have been happier. He hurriedly nodded.
Although he had relied on Bi Fan's strength for much of the day's journey, he had been on edge the entire time. He was practically more exhausted than he would have been after a full day of cultivation.
The two of them slowly descended, and a wide street came into view. An inn stood not far away, bustling