Keeping One's Feet on the Ground

Lu Ren could neither explain nor speak of the matter, so he merely laughed it off.

The Witch God Physique strode forward, stepping through the void. With every step of its incomparably heavy body, a clearly visible ripple of air burst three inches above the winding ancient road, spreading outward in rings like ripples on water for an immense distance.

Though he had compressed his manifested Witch God Physique as much as possible, the road was only about two meters wide, barely more than a narrow path. Even placing one foot on it was a struggle.

After speeding ahead for quite a while, Lu Ren suddenly stopped. He scanned his surroundings for a long moment, then frowned. "I have a feeling there's something wrong with the path I'm taking."

"Hahahahahaha!!"

Ao Li clutched her stomach and rolled about on the ground, laughing so hard she could not straighten her waist. "You finally noticed. I thought you'd keep your head down and march forward until you reached the foggy region before realizing it."

Lu Ren was somewhat displeased. It seemed Ao Li had gone three days without a beating and was ready to tear the roof off the house. She clearly lacked proper stick-based education. Given enough time, she would forget the pain, so he needed to discipline her more often.

Putting her through the hammer every now and then clearly needed to be put on the agenda.

He immediately rushed into the Inner World Universe and fought Ao Li for three hundred rounds on the spot. After battling back and forth seven times, leaving armor scattered and the defeated utterly routed, he finally grabbed her by the clothes and shook her. Only after her rolled-back eyes returned to normal did he rest briefly and ask,

"Why is it that after