"I have a little donkey, but I never ride it..."
In a dense forest seldom visited by humans, a string of soft humming rose, as sweet and lilting as an oriole's song.
Fang Yue moved with light, quick steps, her figure swift as the wind as she raced along the rugged mountain path.
Nearly half a month earlier, Fang Yue had taken advantage of Wen Pengfei's carelessness to shake him off completely, then slipped into the deep mountain forests, using the boundless sea of trees to conceal her movements.
She had been born in the Heavencrystal Snowfield and rarely encountered the secular world, but she often met all kinds of experts and heard secrets from every quarter, so she was hardly ignorant. Her youth had betrayed her before, but looking back afterward, how could she fail to understand that the powerful local aristocratic clans had sold her out and revealed her whereabouts?
This time, she had made every possible preparation before deciding to run away from home. Not only had she brought the Blackwood Beehive, but she also carried all manner of mystic treasures and treasure talismans.
Manifested spirit creatures were comparable to physical beings and difficult to carry around, but her primary spirit creature had always been a sword spirit, so that hardly concerned her.
Before long, as Fang Yue hummed her song, the view before her suddenly opened up. A high cliff overlooking the forest sea below appeared ahead.
Looking south from the cliff, she could see rolling peaks forming winding mountain ridges.
Below the ridges, on the side nearest her, lay a scallop-shaped alluvial plain. Along a broad river, countless buildings stood like a forest, while thousands of boats crowded together like people walking heel to heel.
This was a market city built along the Great River,