The sorcerers' Divine Movement Technique had many variations. What Wang Yunchun had known was one of them, while Han Shiyong's was clearly more sophisticated. He did not even affix any talismans; he simply cinched his ritual robes tight, cast the technique, and sped along.
Under the cover of an illusion technique, Han Shiyong soon left the prefecture city. He brought no one else from the White Feather Way, hurrying off alone, moving faster and faster until his feet truly seemed to fly.
While the people in Luoqi Prefecture City were still talking with relish about the State Preceptor's earlier ritual and blessings, Han Shiyong had covered in just two hours the distance Chi Qinghu and the others had spent most of the previous night riding.
He was faster than a first-rate martial artist traveling at full speed with a movement technique, though not outrageously so. Even a first-rate expert, however, could not race over a hundred li with such ease.
Han Shiyong also held a compass, but it pointed not toward the Zhao Household, but toward his own direct disciple.
Great stretches of hills surrounded both Luoqi and Yunlu Prefectures in Southern Yan. The terrain around Yunlu Prefecture was particularly complex, and the compass was clearly pointing beyond the plains surrounding Yunlu Prefecture City.
With the Divine Movement Technique aiding him, another hour passed before Han Shiyong arrived in a vast marsh.
Even when crossing water, Han Shiyong moved like a dragonfly skimming the surface, barely wetting his clothes. Yet after crossing half the marsh, his excitement began to mount, and he could not help repeatedly looking around him.
Han Shiyong knew this marsh. It should have contained a considerable amount of foulness, but that had clearly diminished, and there was no sign of any demonic or sinister aura rising