"Oh? Was there still a big fish hiding here? Looks like I really came to the right place this time. This will make another generous gift for Changsun Jing and Changsun Xiaoru."
A man dressed in white, whiter than snow, stood with his hands behind his back at the edge of a cliff. Looking at the faint streak of silver light in the distance, he revealed a slight smile.
The man was in his thirties, tall and slender. His handsome face carried an aloof, almost inhuman coldness, while his deep, sword-like eyes beneath starry brows shone with an air of looking down upon the world. His straight nose and proud upturned lips made him seem like a perilous mountain towering high above all else.
Some outward things could be made to look convincing as long as they were decorated well enough, but this sort of powerful bearing that naturally radiated from one's very bones was something that could never be feigned.
After muttering to himself, the white-clad, jade-like man leisurely soared into the air.
Strands of white divine light formed white waves beneath his feet, carrying him as he strode upon the waves through the void.
After the white-clad man made an exceedingly ostentatious and flamboyant flight, three bun-shaped hilltops appeared in the distance ahead. They were Flying Centipede Ridge.
"Hm?"
Yet what greatly surprised the white-clad man was that Flying Centipede Ridge was completely silent, without the slightest sign of any great battle having taken place.
"Roasted Snow Salamander Meat, my favorite..." Instead, a voice came from the forest. "Brother, looks like you had quite a hard journey too. Come over and have a piece of roasted meat."
The white-clad man was clearly skilled and bold. After frowning slightly, he swept toward the source of the voice and soon