They headed north through biting winds and swirling snow.
The scenery stirred memories in Li Yunjing and Fu Chao, as though time had flowed backward and carried them to their years on the run.
"Remember that shaman tribe?"
On the deck of the Azure Cloud Boat, Fu Chao gazed down at the vast land with a faint smile.
"Of course!"
Li Yunjing followed his gaze and nodded. "Back then, we had to negotiate with those barbarians. If we ran into them now, I could suppress the whole lot with one hand."
"Heh! You're the capable one!"
Fu Chao smiled ruefully. "I couldn't do that! Even with my current strength, I'd have to keep moving and wear them down in a long fight."
He could only shake his head.
They had joined the sect at the same time, and he had started three or four minor realms ahead of Li Yunjing. How had he fallen four or five minor realms behind?
Add the gain to the loss, and that made a whole major realm!
Compare people and you'd die of envy; compare goods and you'd throw yours away!
Fu Chao had once hoped that diligent cultivation would let him catch up to Li Yunjing. Now he had abandoned that fantasy for good.
Compare himself with Li Yunjing?
He would only be asking for a beating!
Even his elder brother, Fu Hengkong, could not measure up!
A freak like this appeared once in a thousand years!
And somehow, he had become Fu Chao's close friend.
What greater twist of fate could life offer?
"Heh!"
Li Yunjing smiled. "Don't dwell on it! Once we reach the City of Glory, we'll see how things stand. Now that it's an inland city, it might be even more prosperous. Maybe we can hunt down a few