About a hundred kilometers from Mingdu, Chen Ping and the others landed.
Any farther, and they would enter Mingdu's territory.
It was the nation's capital, and this was the nation most proficient in Soul Tools.
If they kept flying, they would soon enter the range of the antiaircraft firepower in Mingdu's city defense system.
This time, they did not have Jing Hongchen, the head of Mingdetang, leading them-his face alone could get him recognized from an enormous distance and let him fly straight into the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy. If they stubbornly insisted on flying ahead, they really might get shot down.
Their journey had been unobstructed all the way, and they had reached this place in less than half a day.
The group started a fire and cooked where they were. With Huo Yuhao, a naturally gifted chef, right beside him, Chen Ping simply kicked back. He found a spot by a stream, happily freeloaded a meal of grilled fish, and admitted that Huo Yuhao's cooking was seriously fucking amazing.
After all, not just anyone could casually grill a few fish and draw over members of a sect resting nearby to buy them.
Huo Yuhao had broadened his horizons by now and knew exactly how delicious his grilled fish was. He did not hesitate when naming his price: one Gold Soul Coin per fish, no bulk discounts. Take it or leave it.
Even so, the Heavenly Armor Sect members nearby, who rode Hundred-Year Soul Beasts called Hornscale Horses, simply could not resist the aroma of Huo Yuhao's grilling. They gritted their teeth, paid up, and ate their fill. Just like that, a hundred Gold Soul Coins went into Huo Yuhao's purse.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You little bastard, you're fucking ruthless. One meal earned you the price of