About six thousand miles separate this place from Heavenly Destiny City.
A figure dashed out, incredibly fast, light as willow fluff, crossing mountains and forests.
He moved straight ahead, crossing mountains and ridges.
Looking up, the sky was dim, weighing his heart a little, he unfolded the map in his hand.
"The next Pure Land is more than eighty miles away."
He took a deep breath but unsheathed his knife.
In front of him, a figure slowly walked out.
The newcomer appeared middle-aged, holding a long spear, and sighed: "Zhou Baihu, I've been waiting for you a long time."
"I don't understand."
The man called Zhou Baihu fell silent and said: "If you are one of Marquis Wangxi's men, even if I die on the way, it would mean my skills weren't good enough, and his methods are superb, with meticulous plans!"
"But you are clearly from the Holy Alliance, a member of the Guardian Righteous Dao Sect... your philosophy is to sacrifice everything for the Human Clan!"
