The sea of clouds was brutally torn apart as three streaks of light trailed long tails, covering a thousand miles in an instant.
Mountains, rivers, and terrain flashed past behind them like scenery glimpsed from a galloping horse.
Niu Ben looked at the expressionless girl, holding his words in for a long while.
In the end, he could not help himself.
"Are we really going to the Lu Clan?"
Jiang Yuechu did not slow down, merely glancing sideways. "You've asked three times along the way. If you have something to say, say it."
Niu Ben shrank his neck and gave an embarrassed smile. "It's nothing much, really. It's just that I spent years getting by in the Myriad Demon Marsh, and I've heard a thing or two about the Lu Clan."
"They may have fallen on hard times, no longer enjoying the glory they had when their ancestor was alive, but they're still an aristocratic clan that's been rooted in that savage land for tens of thousands of years."
"For an aristocratic clan to endure in one region of this world, they must have something that sets them apart."
Seeing that she did not interrupt, he worked up the courage to continue. "These days, the most formidable thing about the Lu Clan isn't their own reserves. It's that they've latched onto Azure City Mountain."
Before he had finished speaking.
Wang Ziyu said helplessly beside them, "Actually, there's something I forgot to tell you earlier."
Jiang Yuechu turned her head.
Wang Ziyu smiled bitterly. "Azure City Mountain is no ordinary power. Like my Mysterious Truth Grotto-Heaven, it's one of the twenty-five orthodox Dao lineages. Its foundations run deep, and it ranks among the great behemoths of the Eastern Region."
At the mention of the twenty-five orthodox lineages, Niu Ben's dark face