"Farewell, True Persons. This junior takes his leave."
With that, Chen Zhuo became a streak of sword light and sped beyond the Qiwu Mountain Range.
He did not fly fast. He did not know the vast Southern Wilderness, so he could only consult his map, sense his surroundings with Divine Sense, and proceed slowly to avoid getting lost.
This was, after all, Chen Zhuo's first time away from home.
He had no experience.
In the Ancient Immortal Realm, Chen Zhuo had only been to Cloudford Market and the Sword Gate. He had never visited anywhere else.
He was still a good boy who had never traveled far.
Besides, Chen Zhuo wanted to take in the mountains and rivers and broaden his horizons.
After so long in that ramshackle Immortal Estate, he had felt rather stifled. Where could he have seen scenery this pure and natural there?
Taking in the view would help steady his Dao Heart and lift his spirits.
It would also give his opponents a chance.
It would tell them they could start laying an ambush.
Chen Zhuo was a prodigy, bold and confident to the core!
His schemes could span the Northern Dipper; his courage could overturn the Southern Stars!
After Chen Zhuo flew away on his sword, the Golden Core True Persons exchanged glances.
Then Wang Shechuan, Liu Cheng, and Lei Bingwen turned into three streaks of light and followed him, secretly guarding his path.
They had said the Daoist Heir would descend the mountain to train and face some bloody fights. Surely no one thought they would simply let him loose without watching over him?
Impossible!
The trials were essential, and so was protection!
Only Lu Xu, fresh from seclusion, and Zhao Shu, who was suited to handling affairs and guarding the sect gates, remained