"We'll fly next, remember to hold onto me tightly."
Li Jingshu casually glanced at the orderly and busy Ghost Gods and instructed quietly, as if accustomed to it.
"Mm, alright."
Gone was his previous mischievousness; Lu Huaijin was behaving very obediently now.
After all, Li Jingshu could disregard the imposing presence of these Ghost Gods, but young Lu Huaijin couldn't manage that.
His innate, stronger than average Spiritual Sense informed Lu Huaijin.
Every Ghost God here could easily crush him, much like squashing an ant.
Whoosh!
Guided by a swarm of Sleep Bugs.
Li Jingshu skillfully navigated through the clouds and fog, soon approaching Feilai Peak at the center of Yunmeng Marsh.
Compared to a few years ago, Feilai Peak had changed significantly, void of Ghost God Cliff following its reconstruction.
The cracks in the mountain had been filled with countless plants and vines, with only a faint golden light seeping through.
