When Yang Qing and the others looked outside the carriage, they had already marveled inwardly several times.
People always said there was another heaven beyond the heavens, and someone better beyond every expert. They had once thought they might encounter extraordinary talents, but such opportunities would be few.
After all, in the eyes of the world, they themselves were already extraordinary.
Just how capable would someone have to be to earn even their admiration?
Yet this time, they had not merely met such a person—they had met several at once.
Their carriage was racing forward, yet the people speaking to them stayed close around it as though they were taking a leisurely stroll through a courtyard.
Their bodies were perfectly upright, their breathing so soft and steady that without careful observation, no one would have noticed it at all.
Meanwhile, the horse pulling their carriage ran faster and faster. Beads of sweat the size of beans began covering its once snow-white back, revealing just how much strength it was expending.
But the people beside it remained unhurried, without so much as a flicker of change in their expressions.
What superb Lightness Skill! What formidable internal strength!
Watching them, Bu Er, Ouyang Lin, and the others could not help admiring them inwardly.
Every martial artist understood one truth: martial mastery had no end.
They had worked for a long time to advance another step, with little to show for it. Yet watching these people, they all thought silently, There truly is another mountain beyond every mountain, and someone better beyond every expert.
After marveling for a while, Yang Qing noticed a problem: without realizing it, they seemed to have strayed from their intended route.
They were no longer heading toward Heavenly Luo City, but in a direction somewhat off to one