After leaving, Fang Qianyuan headed straight into the Gobi Desert and traveled north.
He was eager to find an inhabited place, where he could use the vast sea of people to evade the many reconnaissance methods within and beyond the battlefield. He also needed a chance to rest, recuperate, and recover so he could deal with any pursuit that might follow.
Along the way, however, he kept recalling Wei Huan's expression, tone, and words, and could not help finding them strange.
In truth, Fang Qianyuan had already suspected that Wei Huan had used Daoist Xuanji's request as a convenient slope to climb down.
But why Daoist Xuanji had sent someone to do this also left Fang Qianyuan puzzled. According to Young Master Wang, he had not acted solely out of regard for old ties; there were other reasons.
Never mind all that for now. If that man really was sent by Daoist Xuanji, he'll find an opportunity to contact me sooner or later. They couldn't have done this for no reason.
Since he could not puzzle it out, Fang Qianyuan simply stopped dwelling on it.
After two full days of travel, a city finally appeared before Fang Qianyuan. He rose to his feet atop Little White's head and gazed into the distance. Buildings crowded the landscape ahead, and Spirit Tamers who looked like traveling merchants or rogue cultivators occasionally came and went on spirit creature mounts. It seemed to be quite a prosperous frontier town.
*If I haven't taken the wrong road, this should be Zhouluo City in the Southern Foothills of the Central Province. I've now crossed the entire battlefield and reached the Central Province proper. Powerful as the Spirit Taming Sect is, it will still be difficult for them to keep me under close surveillance in this vast