Xiaoyun City was a bustling coastal metropolis in the southern Tianfang Continent, controlled by three powers.
Chen Lin had chosen to come here for no particular purpose. It simply offered the shortest route to the continent's central region.
Moreover, one of the three powers governing the city was the Wanxuan Sect, renowned for its formations. He wanted to see whether there was a teleportation formation here that could reliably take him straight to Tongtian City.
Otherwise, the journey from the south to the center of the continent was long and fraught with dangerous terrain. Who knew how long it would take him to arrive?
Of course, it would be even better if there were a teleportation formation leading directly to the Bailing Continent, or even the Hongshan Continent.
Hope was beautiful, but reality was often cruel.
After making a circuit of the city's market and asking around, Chen Lin learned that the teleportation formation he had hoped for did not exist.
Worse still, space on this continent was even less stable than on the Xuanyue Continent. Even short-distance teleportation formations frequently suffered accidents, so no cultivator dared to use them.
Not everyone possessed a talent ability like the Crystal Clan's.
Once he understood the situation, Chen Lin could only accept reality.
He could no longer count on the Crystal Clan. Never mind that he could not contact them now-even if he did, they would not help him again. Their agreement had essentially been fulfilled, and neither side owed the other anything.
Besides, the Crystal Clan's innate talent could only stabilize short-distance teleportation formations. It had no effect on long-distance ones.
"Forget it. You can't eat piping-hot tofu in a hurry. I'll just have to take my time finding a way!"
Sitting in a tavern serving spirit food, Chen Lin muttered