Another month passed in the blink of an eye. Tang Yan stood atop a peak, gazing as far as he could, and the outline of a city appeared in his view.
Tang Yan estimated that he should reach it in another two days.
"Roar!"
"Clang, clang-"
The sounds of fighting came from a distance.
Over these past days, Tang Yan had drawn ever closer to the interior of the Northern Spirit Realm and had already encountered several groups of people in the Desolate Forest.
The Northern Spirit Realm had no ruler. Strength alone commanded respect, and there was little trust between people.
When others saw Tang Yan appear, they showed nothing but deep hostility and distrust. Tang Yan, in turn, would not take the initiative to approach strangers.
He had intended not to go over and join the commotion, but his brows soon knitted together.
Tang Yan could vaguely make out that the metallic clangs came in rapid succession, yet lacked sufficient force.
If his guess was right, the other party's moves should be quite intricate, but their strength was a little lacking.
Unable to suppress his curiosity, Tang Yan concealed his aura and swiftly headed toward the fighting.
When he drew near and looked, the scene before him only puzzled him further.
There was a valley here, where a young man was battling a sixth-tier spirit beast, a Skyblue Bear, while more than a dozen people watched with keen interest.
The young man fighting was at heaven tier third grade. Taking on the Skyblue Bear was somewhat beyond him; this was not a fair contest.
The spectators appeared to be companions of the young man fighting.
Were they out training, deliberately nurturing a newcomer?
Tang Yan quickly dismissed that idea, for he could see nothing in the spectators' eyes