As the sole guard accompanying the three envoys, Gao Ran was unquestionably powerful. He was a Two-Qi Grandmaster and a Bloodline Warrior. Not only were his senses extraordinarily sharp, but his combat strength also ranked among the very best of the Two-Qi Grandmasters.
Yet after merely meeting Chen Mo's gaze, he was struck by an overwhelmingly strong premonition.
If they truly fought, he would certainly be no match for Chen Mo.
"So Fu Meng really was chased down like a dog by Chen Mo. He does have that strength!" Gao Ran thought to himself.
He was nearly eighty years old, yet his strength could not compare to that of a youth who was about to turn eighteen. The bitterness in his heart was something only he could understand. Several decades of cultivation had all gone to the dogs.
The gap in talent could truly drive one to despair.
Unlike ordinary people, Gao Ran did not believe Chen Mo had become so powerful merely because he had received some so-called ancient inheritance. Chen Mo's own exceptional talent was the true core of it all.
Cultivation techniques and the like were merely supplementary.
By then, everyone had boarded the Flying Boat. Gao Ran shook his head and stopped dwelling on it. Without any delay, he poured his spiritual power into the Flying Boat. The relevant Runes glimmered faintly, and the vessel vanished into the horizon at an astonishing speed.
It was considerably slower than Chen Mo going all out, but it was comfortable and required no effort.
Standing on the deck of the Flying Boat, Chen Mo could sense what seemed to be a transparent barrier enveloping the entire vessel, blocking the raging winds. Now a Xuan Grade Runic Master, related Rune information immediately surfaced in his mind:
"Using Wind-Proof Runes this