Nangong Nan's Gratitude

In the dense mountain forest, two figures darted swiftly through gaps between the trees. Each time their toes lightly touched a trunk, they borrowed that force to shoot forward over a great distance.

Although Spirit Beasts emanating fierce, savage auras occasionally appeared wherever the figures passed, none showed the slightest intention of blocking them. Instead, before the two even arrived, they would prostrate themselves on the ground, trembling as they restrained their auras. They looked as though they had encountered their natural predators.

The two figures were Chen Mo and Nangong Nan.

Catching the confusion on Chen Mo's face, Nangong Nan flicked her long golden hair and said calmly, "Whenever we train, I bring the army here for field exercises and use these Spirit Beasts as our opponents. Over time, we've beaten them so badly that they're terrified of us. The moment they see us, they lie down and surrender, refusing to fight no matter what."

Chen Mo smiled, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.

He then sensed the condition within his body. The uninterrupted journey had restored roughly twenty percent of his spiritual power.

"Aunt, how are you holding up?" Chen Mo asked.

"Fighting someone at the early Nirvana Realm is still no problem." As Nangong Nan spoke, she raised her head to look ahead. Her toes tapped lightly again, and she shot out once more like an arrow loosed from a bow.

She landed atop an ancient tree, raised her hand to touch the trunk, and closed her eyes to sense the surroundings.

Chen Mo landed beside her. Once she opened her eyes, he asked, "How is it?"

"No one." Nangong Nan shook her head, then smiled. "The army's camp is just ahead. We haven't encountered an ambush yet, so it seems you guessed wrong."

Chen Mo