Langya Ancient Road.
Cheng Buzheng gazed toward the distant horizon, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips.
Thought stirred.
A layer of Mystic Light enveloped the Flying Boat.
The Spirit Light flickered faintly!
When one looked again...
The Flying Boat that had been speeding through the low skies above Langya Ancient Road had vanished.
This was precisely because Cheng Buzheng had employed a divine ability.
Clearly.
He had no desire to meet this old acquaintance.
Nor did he wish to cross blades.
Besides, he was concealing his identity at the moment, so naturally he did not wish to expose himself.
Very soon.
The Flying Boat arrived at the battlefield from earlier.
The air was suffused with a scorching aura, mingled with a trace of bloodiness...
Making the scent of blood all the richer.
However, Cheng Buzheng did not linger.
After only a short while.
Having crossed more than a hundred thousand li, he discovered the traces of Lin Jingwan's group once more.
At this moment, they were hidden in the shadows, seemingly preparing to resume their previous business of murder and treasure-snatching.
At this.
Cheng Buzheng shook his head!
"One who often walks by the riverbank—how can their shoes remain dry?"
"If they run into a hard target, death and the dissipation of their Dao will be unavoidable."
Standing atop the Flying Boat, Cheng Buzheng gazed at the group concealing themselves and murmured inwardly.
Within a breath.
The Flying Boat streaked past, without Lin Jingwan noticing in the slightest.
Over the following period.
Along the way, Cheng Buzheng encountered quite a few cultivators, as well as Demon Race members traveling in groups. The deeper he went, the more Golden Core cultivators and third-rank lesser demons he encountered, and the more frequent conflicts became.
He also came across