Aboard the Profound Departure Sword, Liu Yu carefully examined the pair of pale blue boots in his hands.
The boots were exquisitely made, and their patterns suited the Chu Kingdom's tastes perfectly. Not a single loose thread protruded.
They were neither too large nor too small, fitting him just right.
Clearly, their maker had sewn them stitch by stitch, pouring considerable time and effort into them.
At that thought, Liu Yu suddenly felt a surge of agitation.
He casually tucked the pale blue boots into his Storage Bag, closed his eyes, and drew a deep breath. When he opened them again, he had regained his composure.
Liu Yu's escape light did not pause for an instant as he flew straight toward Azure Terrace Peak.
The morning sunlight shone on his face, but beneath his lashes, his eyes remained as black as ink!
Half an hour later, he reached Azure Terrace Peak. This time, however, he did not see the cultivator surnamed Duan.
He could not tell whether it was a coincidence or whether the man was deliberately avoiding him.
After presenting his "special authorization document," Liu Yu boarded the Teleportation Formation bound for Ancient Gate City without difficulty.
A flash of radiance swept over him, and his figure vanished from the Teleportation Formation.
The Teleportation Formation was one of the crowning achievements of cultivation civilization. In just a few breaths, it carried him across countless mountains and rivers.
Protected by the Teleportation Talisman, Liu Yu merely felt his vision go dark before it brightened again shortly afterward.
At the same time, he felt a slight ache in his body, along with nausea, an urge to vomit, and other discomforts.
But as the number of times he teleported increased, he gradually grew accustomed to it. His discomfort now was far