To have a proper "talk" with her, he would at least have to wait until they reached the Central Region.
Along the way, the five of them still needed to cooperate.
If they died en route, everything would naturally come to an end!
For caution's sake, the five slowed their flight further, covering only around ten thousand li a day on average.
After passing Skyhawk Ridge, they saw no trace of human presence anywhere along the way apart from their own party.
As far as the eye could see, even the scattered buildings had disappeared.
Mundane buildings could only endure for so long. After Demon Beasts had occupied the area for so many years, time had long since eroded them away.
"Ah..."
The old Daoist Cang Lou gazed at the scenery along their route and heaved a deep sigh, filled with an inexplicable melancholy.
Perhaps age had softened his heart, making his thoughts wander and leaving him increasingly sentimental.
After setting off again, the five did not stop for a moment.
They flew close to the ground for two days and two nights before finally stopping before an enormous lake.
Landing amid grass half a zhang tall, the five used it as cover and peered through the gaps at the vast lake before them.
The emerald water was clear enough to see the bottom. From time to time, they could make out fish and shrimp, while wisps of cold vapor rose from its surface.
There was no telling how broad it was. Shimmering water stretched to the very edge of their sight.
Water and sky met in a single line!
Low-tier Demon Beasts swam leisurely through it, some in twos and threes, others alone.
Deer-like and horse-like Demon Beasts slowly drank by the lakeshore, keeping a wary watch on