The Wind Lord Returns

It was early autumn, three days after Yang Lingshu and Yang Yuanliu had completed their physique tempering.

Two figures returned from the north, riding the wind across the skies into the jurisdiction of the Tiger Chasing Imperial Capital.

"This time, Wind Lord, you truly worked hard. You traveled with me across more than half of the Northwest, and even saved me from danger twice."

Looking at the imperial capital close at hand, Xing Jiuli recalled the months of rushing about and felt deeply moved as he spoke to Yang Lingrui beside him.

Earlier, Tiger Chasing and the Yang Clan had joined forces and successfully wiped out Blood Feather Hall's active forces.

Afterward, the two had traveled throughout the Northwest together, beginning to plunder the various Blood Feather Hall hideouts whose locations had already been identified.

They had thought it would be an easy and pleasant journey of harvest, yet they had never expected Blood Feather Hall to have left contingencies behind at several secret hideouts.

Had the two not worked together, Xing Jiuli alone might truly have suffered the fall of his physical body.

Yang Lingrui merely chuckled and shook his head. "This journey was one where Commander Xing and I supported each other. How can it be called a rescue? It was merely that my Divine Wind Method happened to possess the power to break the deadlock."

"Ah, Wind Lord, do not be so modest. How extraordinary is your Dao of Wind? On this journey, I witnessed it with my own eyes. I have never been to the Central Region of Canglan, but speaking only of the Northwest, among those of the wind path, you stand at the mountaintop!"

Faced with Xing Jiuli's lavish praise, Yang Lingrui simply smiled and said nothing more.

As the two neared the imperial