Li Hua fled.
Though he could not fathom what Li Fuchan was plotting, the faintest hint that something was wrong was enough.
He had spent these past days buying and reselling goods at Lakeside Market, and after all that running around, he had amassed a fair fortune. Leaving now was no loss.
Only one thing remained lodged in his mind, defying every attempt to make sense of it.
When they first met aboard the boat, Li Fuchan's cultivation had clearly been low. Why did he now seem capable of suppressing him?
Unable to grasp the key to it, he simply stopped thinking about it, putting it down to the suppression that "Li Thunder" exerted on cultivators like him.
Li Hua silently calculated, Luckily, I kept my wits about me all this time and prepared several escape routes. And the Ning Family seems to have been rather unsettled lately. Leaving now, I can count both timing and circumstances in my favor.
He had intended to flee south all the way. But on second thought, monsters prowled the outskirts of the Southern Border, while farther in, Immortal Sects and Aristocratic Clans stood guard. A Demonic Cultivator like him would gain little by running into them.
Li Hua could not help muttering, "Then it seems I'll have to head north. The Zhao Kingdom in the Northern Lands has been fighting year after year, a whole pot of chaos. Just the thing for Demonic Cultivators like us."
But going that way meant he would have to pass the Market Ward to the north.
His brow creased, then relaxed again. He murmured, "No matter. I'll just skirt around it."
Riding a murky wind, Li Hua flew low over the ground, heading north.
Whenever he glimpsed clear light or drifting cloud-vapor on the distant horizon, he