Lin Ke did not care how Old Wu and Zheng Shiliu handled his calligraphy.
His calligraphy had a certain effect on those who aspired to better themselves, and could even suppress ghosts, devils, demons, and evil spirits in some circumstances.
But those without firm resolve would merely sell the two pieces for silver.
Judging by Old Wu's and Zheng Shiliu's family circumstances, they probably would not do that.
Still, whatever they did with them, Lin Ke had settled this karmic connection.
At the very least, he no longer owed them anything.
Rustle.
Lin Ke unfolded the map, checked his bearings, then summoned the Sand-Particle Sword.
"Master, you can try flying with the Sword-Flying Art."
After spending some time together, the Sand-Particle Sword's temper had improved considerably.
"Flying on a sword?" Lin Ke smiled. "Exactly what I had in mind."
After reaching the third realm, he had felt that he could ride the wind and fly whenever he wished.
But sword cultivators had their own way of flying. Riding a sword was how a sword cultivator traveled.
Riding the wind was convenient, but riding a sword looked cool!
So Lin Ke leaped lightly, and the Sand-Particle Sword moved beneath his feet.
He immediately rode his sword away, turning into a streak of light that shot into the distance.
The land along his route was not as barren as the north. Even in winter, it was lush and green, with flowers, grasses, and trees everywhere.
There were travelers on the roads and traces of demonic aura deep in the woods, though none of the presences were particularly powerful.
In some of the fields he passed, scholars were summoning clouds and rain, seemingly cultivating spiritual seeds.
But none of these people could detect Lin Ke.
Lin Ke flew extremely fast on his sword,