Time passed bit by bit.
With three Crimson Gold Escorts and twenty-three escort agencies joining forces to protect the shipment, the entire journey went exceptionally smoothly.
What was rather interesting, however, was that Yan Qing and the others who had pledged themselves to Chen Changsheng remained under constant scrutiny.
The escort agency people knew that Chen Changsheng possessed immense wealth, and they also knew that his cultivation was unfathomably profound.
Thus, they were extremely curious what Chen Changsheng would teach those who had joined him.
Yet strangely enough, ever since Yan Qing and the others began following Chen Changsheng, their behavior had grown increasingly bizarre.
They stayed inside the carriage all day long, and every night, they would run off to secluded places and howl at the top of their lungs.
Even more terrifyingly, their eyes were bloodshot, and they looked as though they had gone mad from cultivation deviation.
"Brother Yan Qing, are you alright?"
Yan Qing staggered out of the carriage, clutching a sheet of white paper in his hand.
"Sixty-seven!"
"I, Yan Qing, only got sixty-seven!"
"Hahaha!"
Faced with his companions' concern, Yan Qing spoke those words with vacant eyes.
"Brother Yan Qing, what do you mean, sixty-seven? Can you explain it clearly?"
Seeing Yan Qing's madness growing worse, the companion who had grown up alongside him immediately panicked.
"Don't panic. Something must have disturbed his mind and spirit."
Ling Siyuan's voice came from behind them. Yan Qing's companion hurriedly said, "Master, please save Brother Yan Qing."
"If this continues, Brother Yan Qing will go mad."
At those words, Ling Siyuan frowned as he examined Yan Qing's condition.
Over the past twenty-odd days, he had been keeping watch on the activity inside the carriage.
He had thought Chen Changsheng would teach them some powerful cultivation technique or