Yi Feng rode Man Benwei slowly southward for a long while.
A city's outline began to emerge in his field of vision.
At last, he had found a chance to stir up trouble. Hope had returned to his life. Yi Feng leaped off Man Benwei with feeling, energetically stretching his limbs as he walked forward and began lecturing.
"Man Benwei, you're a male snail, right?"
"Let me tell you, we men can do anything, but when it matters, we absolutely can't be fast. You just go whoosh and it's over. No wonder you plunged headfirst into the desert—I didn't even run into a single person."
"If that old brother who bought ore hadn't pointed the way earlier, I would've thought the entire Land of Fallen Gods was nothing but desert!"
Man Benwei followed behind him with dead fish eyes, absentmindedly blowing bubbles.
"Bulu bulu bulu..."
Seeing his half-dead appearance, Yi Feng could not be bothered to say more.
At worst, next time he would remind Man Benwei to go slower. Slower still...
After walking for several breaths,
he was about to enter the city.
Quite a few people looked over curiously. Yi Feng himself was utterly ordinary, but Man Benwei was simply too distinctive. Amid a crowd of immortal birds and spirit beasts, he stood out like a sore thumb.
Unable to endure those curious looks as though they were watching a monkey, Yi Feng put Man Benwei away first.
He entered the city alone and found it incomparably prosperous.
The cultivators passing by carried themselves with extraordinary bearing, while the pavilions on both sides were exceptionally elegant. The cities he had passed through before had mostly been bustling marketplaces, but what he saw today was Shengdu, where refined people gathered.
Just picking a larger city made it feel incredibly