Zhou Dekai was fine now, but Mu Bai was still troubled. Without a superior cultivation method, he was at a serious disadvantage in combat, full of strength he could not put to use. Fortunately, he had a few soul crystals on hand now. Why not go and take a look around Spirit Command City? As the saying went, money could make even ghosts turn the millstone. Perhaps he could buy a suitable cultivation method.
To avoid drawing too much attention, Mu Bai did not call Xi Bazì or Sweet Potato Boy. He left the Spirit Taming Sect alone and headed toward Spirit Command City, relying solely on his feet without summoning the Divine Crow Soul Spirit.
When he reached that stretch of mountain forest, Mu Bai's heart grew heavy. He still could not forget the elderly divine cultivator who had given his life fighting Lin Chuan to save him. Mu Bai knew what losing their Clan Patriarch meant to a tribe.
"Grandfather, thank you. Though my strength is meager, please let me find your tribe..."
Mu Bai had spent some time in the Spirit Taming Sect. Through his inquiries, he had learned that the sect had several subordinate tribes, one of which, called Crane Feather, worshipped a red-crowned white crane as its ancestral spirit. Mu Bai was not sure what he could do for the Crane Feather Tribe to repay some of that kindness, but even taking a look would put his heart a little more at ease.
A man should follow his heart in his actions. Mu Bai immediately changed direction and ran west. Having learned the Crane Feather Tribe's approximate location, he traveled for two days straight before spotting a tribe in the distance.
"That should be the Crane Feather Tribe."
Mu Bai stopped outside the tribe. His