"Whoosh, whoosh!"
Beneath a clear blue sky, two streaks of escape light shot through the air, covering dozens of li in barely a dozen breaths.
Only when a mountain range stretching a thousand li came into view did they gradually slow down.
The Purple Rosy Clouds Mountains!
"This mission really was a difficult one."
As they flew, Guo Poyun sighed, his face weathered by hardship.
Watching streaks of escape light weave between the mountains, some fast and others slow, he wore a nostalgic expression.
Pies did not fall from the sky. The richer the reward, the greater the danger.
The mission to develop the Eastern Continent Branch had been harrowing enough for him. Not only had he faced the pursuit that the Qian Court Sacred Lands might launch at any moment, but he had also needed to match wits and courage with other rogue cultivator organizations.
Without Liu Yu, Guo Poyun would never have been strong enough to stabilize the situation.
At that thought, he instinctively glanced at the calm-faced, black-robed male cultivator beside him.
Now I should finally be able to focus on cultivating, right?
Looking toward the distant Purple Rosy Clouds Mountains, Liu Yu remained expressionless, but he too breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.
The taut strings of his heart finally relaxed.
After all, the Purple Rosy Clouds Mountains lay beyond the reach of the Qian Court Sacred Lands' influence, at least for now.
"Hahaha!"
The two exchanged smiles. A moment later, their speed surged, and they flew among the peaceful, tranquil spirit mountains.
Beside Liu Yu, Zhang Yi remained silent, his eyes filled with wistful emotion.
For a Golden Core cultivator, ten years might amount to nothing more than a single period of secluded cultivation.
But for him, who had spent all that time among the