"Want to debate the Dao with me? Then let them come. Let's see who can outtalk whom."
Zhang Ling'er folded her arms, looking utterly unconcerned.
She was not afraid in the slightest of the Dao debates Ye Lin had mentioned.
A Dao debate—wasn't that just a battle of words? She was good at that, very good.
Ye Lin glanced at Zhang Ling'er but said nothing, merely continuing on in silence.
Ye Xin stood behind them like a loyal bodyguard, without uttering a word.
The land and mountain ranges beneath their feet sped backward so quickly that they could not even be seen clearly; all that remained were countless streaks of light flashing past.
They were moving far too fast. The scenery around them had completely become specks of starlight.
"At this speed, reaching Liuli Commandery will take roughly... no, that's not right..."
Ye Lin raised a hand, about to calculate, when he suddenly came to his senses.
Why was he still using such a primitive method to travel?
A Quasi-Saint was standing beside him—why was he still doing things as he had before?
"A Quasi-Saint can tear through space. Can you take me to Liuli Commandery in an instant?"
Ye Lin turned to look at Zhao Ling'er beside him.
"Of course, but I don't know where Liuli Commandery is."
Zhang Ling'er looked into the surrounding void and casually reached out. In the distance, space instantly shattered.
"Liuli Commandery is in the east."
As soon as Ye Lin spoke, several figures plunged directly into the spatial rift before them, vanishing from the sky in the blink of an eye.
A few breaths later, Ye Lin stepped out of space.
Looking at the unfamiliar land around him, his face was full of emotion.
Just now, Zhao Ling'er had given him a familiar