Two hours flashed by. Although Yun Huanling still looked pale, he could move normally again.
Now that Yun Chao and Qiao Zirong had vanished, almost their entire plan had been thrown into disarray. Continuing to travel in disguise while secretly searching for cities that might have lost their formations was clearly no longer realistic. Rescuing them had to come first.
Su Jiu and Yun Huanling both stepped onto their flying swords. This time, once Yun Huanling took out his Formation Disk, he never put it away again. Su Jiu could only infer their general direction, but the Formation Disk gave a much clearer bearing.
After about a day, the two stopped in the air above a city.
Su Jiu looked at Yun Huanling. "Here?"
Yun Huanling nodded.
They descended outside the city gates. Everything in this world had its rules. Even cultivators could not simply land inside a city just because they could use Sword Control, or the city's master would regard it as a provocation.
Thus, when a cultivator arrived at an unfamiliar city, no matter how high their cultivation, they would obediently enter through its gates.
Su Jiu looked at the plaque hanging high above the gates: Flowing Moon City.
It was a fine name, but the moment she entered, she sensed a dense mingling of demonic qi and spiritual qi.
As she surveyed the city before her, Su Jiu's thoughts stirred. Flowing Moon City was rather strange. It was large enough to count as a medium-sized city, and Demonic Cultivators and Spirit Cultivators mingled within it, yet no one was fighting. On the surface, they seemed like well water and river water, each leaving the other undisturbed.
But Su Jiu knew perfectly well that there could be no true peace between Demonic Cultivators and Dao Cultivators in