A distance of over a hundred li is merely a moment's journey for a Nascent Soul cultivator, even without the assistance of the Gang Wind.
Moreover, the Nanhua Sect possesses spirit birds for swift riding, ensuring they arrive shortly.
A ghostly glimmer flashed through Feng Haiyang's deep eyes as he lightly flicked his sleeve, urging the Tribulation Water to flow even more furiously.
Only a dozen breaths had passed when a long cry echoed from afar.
He lifted his head and looked over, seeing two black spots appearing in the distance, swiftly approaching.
Cao Minrou fiercely resisted, using the last remnants of her mana, but under the doubled pressure of the Tribulation Water, she found it increasingly hard to hold.
