After arriving and meeting Sect Leader Feng Qing, Wang Gu took his leave without lingering any longer than necessary.
Time, in his current situation, was more valuable than anything else. Every moment he spent idle was a moment lost in restoring Feng Qing's condition.
In his mind, the path ahead was already clear.
The faster I move, the better his chances, he thought.
He stepped out of the Sect Leader's residence within the Feng Ye Sect, the heavy doors closing quietly behind him.
The air outside felt lighter, though the burden on his shoulders remained. As he walked down the stone path, he pulled out a rolled parchment from his sleeve and unfurled it.
It was a map of the Seven Peaks of the Northern Mountains.
The ink markings were precise, outlining treacherous terrain, hidden routes, and scattered notes about spiritual fluctuations in the region.
His eyes traced each line carefully, memorizing distances and landmarks as he moved forward.
