Lin Shuang was somewhat surprised. You had so easily dealt with the Ghost King of the City Lord's Manor.
You merely said lightly, "There were no troublesome demons in the city. I took care of them along the way."
Wei Zhi looked around, her fine brows slightly furrowed. "But why have all the ghost soldiers in the city disappeared?"
Once that little banner had been taken away, the ghost soldiers within had lost their anchor and naturally dispersed.
You did not answer or explain. As green light flowed across your palm, a small green boat unfurled in the wind, transforming in the blink of an eye into a two-story flying vessel with carved beams and painted rafters.
"Board the flying vessel and regulate your breathing first. We need to hurry to the Zhao Imperial Capital."
Zhang Tong and the other two exchanged looks, ultimately swallowing the questions filling their hearts.
Only Lin Shuang stared thoughtfully at your back. Recalling the thunder beneath those sealed dark clouds just now, she could not shake the feeling that it had something to do with you.
The flying vessel broke through the clouds and headed south!
They passed several small cities, none even one-tenth the size of Wan City, and none contained demons.
The cities, their lights like tiny beans, flickered in and out of sight amid the clouds like a floating-world painting, carrying a trace of mortal life's warmth.
You stood atop the flying vessel and looked down at the mountains and rivers below, your heart easing somewhat.
Not all of Zhao Kingdom's lands had fallen. Demons only ravaged certain regions, and the tragedy of Wan City was ultimately an exception.
With that thought, the flying vessel gradually slowed. As the clouds drifted apart, the veins of mountains and rivers came clearly into