Wu Bai slowly opened his eyes, marveling inwardly. As expected of a cultivation technique adapted by his teacher, it sent his soul power soaring as he cultivated.
Barring any surprises, his soul power would soon advance to the middle stage of the Spirit Realm.
Looking out the window, Wu Bai saw that night had already fallen. He asked curiously, "Teachers, just what are you two planning to do that requires us to set off at night?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
"Fine, keep your secrets. I won't ask."
Wu Bai scratched his head, and his figure slowly melted into the deep darkness of the night.
Using a movement Dou Technique while flying consumed more Dou Qi, but in exchange, his speed skyrocketed.
Besides, Wu Bai cultivated a high-grade Earth-tier cultivation technique and possessed an abundant supply of Dou Qi, enough for him to spend freely.
Over an hour later, Wu Bai reached the end of the mountain range where the Inner Academy was located.
He stopped and raised his head, gazing at the bustling city in the distance.
That was Maple City, an exceedingly rare example in the Black-Corner Region of a city named after a person.
If anyone else had dared to do that, the grass on their grave would already have grown thirty feet tall.
But the city's master happened to be a Tier 6 Alchemist, someone who could hardly be considered a minor figure anywhere on the Dou Qi Continent.
Han Feng.
The Personal Disciple of Venerable Yao, an Eighth-Rank Alchemy Grandmaster. The man who had stabbed his teacher in the back, who had stabbed a Soul Hall Protector in the back-the consummate master of the art of "backstabbing"...
Everything Wu Bai knew about Han Feng swiftly surfaced in his mind, and he also guessed the purpose