Because of the heavenly demon transformation, though Yi Shuyuan could not cast spells, he could still faintly sense certain shifts in the world's destiny.
When Jiang Lang reached the large rock and examined the surroundings with Yi Shuyuan, they found charcoal, leftover firewood, lingering aromas of cooking, and scraps of food.
Jiang Lang realized it too.
"Tan Yuanshang saw Zhang Liangxi off right here last year! Old Yi, you know what I'm thinking, don't you?"
Yi Shuyuan nodded.
"I do. Zhang Liangxi's carriage should be on his original route home too. Only here, he never met us or Gongsun Yin. Let's catch up!"
"All right!"
Without another word, they left the little path and pursued him along the main road. But after less than half a day, Yi Shuyuan was still all right, while Jiang Lang's steps had grown unsteady and his body swayed from side to side.
"Hah... hah... Old... Old Yi, I can't go on..."
In truth, running for over two hours straight was already quite a feat for Jiang Lang. But he did not have his Dragon King's body here, and this unprecedented exhaustion made him terribly uncomfortable.
Yi Shuyuan was clearly faring much better. He supported Jiang Lang with one hand and slowed his pace as they continued walking.
"Brother Jiang, I'll teach you some breathing techniques. As you breathe while moving, feel the meridians in your body! I'll stimulate your acupoints with acupoint striking so you can remember the paths of the meridians. It might hurt a little!"
"Then hurry up!"
The moment Jiang Lang finished speaking, Yi Shuyuan struck a succession of acupoints along his meridians. Jiang Lang's eyes flew wide. In an instant, more than a dozen points felt as though steel needles had pierced them.
Two legs could not outpace four.