Following the narrow path he had taken on his way in, he walked for a while before his figure emerged from the mist outside the valley.
Liu Yu tapped his Storage Bag and took out the Giant Wood Sword. He poured magical power into it and jumped aboard, rising into the sky in a streak of azure escape light.
Quite a few cultivators were leaving the valley at this time. Using a superior-grade magical artifact like the Golden Dragon Sword would have been far too conspicuous for a rogue cultivator. Given Liu Yu's habitually low-key nature, he naturally had no desire to draw such attention.
Cold Moon City lay to the north, but Liu Yu did not fly straight toward it. Instead, he headed west first, intending to take a roundabout route that would make his movements more discreet and keep him safer.
After flying only two or three li, Liu Yu sensed three concealed auras trailing him, thanks to his divine sense, which surpassed even that of a cultivator at Qi Refining perfection.
He increased his magical power output slightly, and the Giant Wood Sword abruptly picked up speed. The three auras behind him accelerated as well.
Seemingly aware that they had been discovered, the three streaks of escape light behind him stopped concealing themselves and followed him openly.
Liu Yu looked back. The man in the lead was none other than Pei Sanjiu.
It was already dusk. Now and then, one or two cultivators flew toward them through the somewhat dim sky on their escape light. Yet the moment they spotted a certain emblem on the three men's clothing, they grew deeply wary and gave them a wide berth.
Watching this, Liu Yu fell into thought. It seemed the Cultivators’ Fellowship's reputation and influence in this region were