Zhao Yuexin moved forward, her back to him, never once glancing over her shoulder.
Her steps were neither rushed nor sluggish, yet with each one, she covered dozens of meters. It was a movement that appeared effortless, the sort only achieved when the practitioner had long since outgrown the need to show off their power.
Lin Yi kept a steady pace behind her.
The forest path soon broadened, then slowly gave way to an ancient stone road. Towering white trees lined its edges, their leaves shimmering with a subtle spiritual light. With every minute that passed, the air around them seemed to thicken.
Lei Bao's voice, a low rumble, came from within the Thunder Surge Blade.
"Little one Xu Mu, this place is wealthy."
Lin Yi didn't reply aloud.
He already understood.
