The height of summer had arrived once again. Stepping off the Floating Cloud Giant Ship, Fang Qingyuan gazed at the familiar Celestial Gate Mountain Pier, a sense of relief finally washing over him.
A month ago, he had killed two Late-stage Qi Refining Cultivators outside Cliff City. From what he could piece together from their words, there were ten more just as powerful as them.
Fang Qingyuan believed that after causing trouble, one should immediately retreat to their own den. Standing around waiting for retaliation wasn't a sign of bravery; it was just plain stupid.
Now that Fang Qingyuan was back at Celestial Gate Mountain, on his own sect's territory, his courage finally returned in full.
With Yinbao laden with goods, Fang Qingyuan navigated through the crowded pier. Once clear of the docks, the Silver Treasure Bat spread its wings, and the man and his two beasts flew toward his small courtyard.
