Fang Qianyuan continued south. After another dozen days or so, he finally crossed the vast Forest Sea and reached the Southern Wilds side of the Pinyi Mountains' southern foothills.
"Finally back!" Looking at the rolling mountains in the distance, like a long dragon disappearing into the emerald Forest Sea, Fang Qianyuan could not help showing a trace of relief.
During this time, he and the Spirit Taming Sect seemed to have reached a tacit understanding, each keeping to its own waters without disturbing the other.
He had stopped recklessly attacking enemy camps and provoking them, and the Spirit Taming Sect had stopped sending experts to surround and capture him.
Both sides knew they could do little to the other and did not want to suffer pointless losses.
This was, in fact, the so-called privilege of the strong. Fang Qianyuan's illustrious battle record had now proven him a true expert. Ordinary people had no confidence in dealing with him, so naturally, they would no longer make pointless sacrifices.
Being sent into battle by one's superiors despite knowing it was utterly meaningless was not warfare but a march to one's death. Issuing such an order also came at an additional cost; it was not something that could ordinarily be done.
Ordinary people lacked both the boldness and, even more so, the authority to do so. There had even been hints of instructions from the higher ranks that ordinary Human Rank cultivators and Earth Rank Experts could retreat if they encountered him, without facing punishment.
With that, naturally, no one would rashly test him again.
While Fang Qianyuan was surveying the surroundings, several figures flickered through the mountain woods a few miles away. Moments later, several burly, powerful Tuo Lions with single horns on their foreheads came running over, carrying Spirit Tamers from