When Chen Mo returned from a trip with so many people in tow, no one in the True Martial Sect raised any objections.
Instead, they were rather tempted by the method he had used to transport them.
Originally, they had planned to travel overland again. After all, the vast majority of the disciples had not reached the Xiantian Realm and could not fly.
There were also many things within the sect that needed to be taken away. The amount was considerable; they could not possibly have everyone carry it all on their backs.
Chen Mo's method of transportation gave them an idea.
Thus, the trees on the True Martial Sect's Back Mountain suffered a calamity.
They had originally planned to leave in the morning, but it was ultimately delayed until noon.
One simple wooden raft after another rose into the air, carrying everyone from the True Martial Sect, along with everything they wished to take away. They turned into streaks of light and vanished from the area.
Since they needed to cross Henei Commandery and were carrying so many things, they could not increase their speed too much. What had originally been a journey of nearly a month took only half a day because of Chen Mo.
And this was not even Chen Mo's limit.
He simply had to control several hundred wooden rafts at once, while also maintaining the wind pressure and stability. If he flew at full speed as well, it would be rather draining, so he chose to slack off a little.
Even so, arriving so quickly left the True Martial Sect members thrilled and stunned, their expressions somewhat dazed.
Too fast!
They were both Grandmasters, so why was the Sect Master so weak while Chen Mo was so formidable?
Was the Extreme Martial Path really this