"Fellow Daoist!"
The man at the eighth layer of the Golden Core Stage, dressed in a Golden Daoist Robe, bowed to He Pingsheng again. "Flying is forbidden within ten thousand li of our Ruokai Mountain, so please don't take offense, fellow Daoist!"
He Pingsheng frowned. "Ten thousand li?"
"Yes!" the Golden Core cultivator replied politely. "May I ask what brings you to our Ruokai Mountain?"
"Have you come to pay your respects at our Mountain Gate?"
"Or do you have friends or relatives in our sect?"
"Neither!" He Pingsheng shook his head. "I'm heading to the Purgatory Abyss!"
There was nothing to hide about that.
The Purgatory Abyss stretched for hundreds of li, forming a deep chasm filled with churning magma. More importantly, it belonged to no faction. In theory, it should have belonged to the Liang Kingdom's imperial family.
Anyone could go there.
Moreover, countless cultivators visited every year.
He Pingsheng naturally had no need to conceal his destination.
"Oh..." the Golden Core cultivator said. "I see... Then I'm sorry, but you can't fly there... The Purgatory Abyss is also within ten thousand li of our Ruokai Mountain, so... you may go there, but you cannot fly!"
He Pingsheng's expression darkened.
I can't fly?
You expect me to run there?
Even with his considerable speed, He Pingsheng would have to circle around Ruokai Mountain to reach the abyss behind it. That would make the journey longer than ten thousand li.
It could well be tens of thousands of li.
Run tens of thousands of li?
That would take an awfully long time.
"Of course!" the Golden Core cultivator said. "We can take you there, but there will be a fee!"
"No need... I can get there myself!" He Pingsheng replied.
"I'll leave right away!"
He Pingsheng planned to take