「Fourteen days later,」
The moon was dark, the wind high, at Fuhu Slope.
In the dense forest, Lin Xuankong, who was secretly cultivating, suddenly shifted his gaze. Soundlessly, he leaped onto the dense crown of a giant tree and looked into the distance.
A thousand feet away, over 2,000 extremely formidable Martial Cultivators were forming a long line, slowly heading towards Fuhu Slope. Among their ranks were thirty fully loaded medicinal vehicles, each carrying tens of thousands of pounds of medicinal materials. These vehicles, weighing tens of thousands of pounds each due to their cargo, were pulled by several extremely robust Martial Cultivators. The massive wheels of the Profound Iron Vehicles crushed the wild terrain, leaving deep ruts. At the rear of the convoy, seven or eight imposing Martial Cultivators rode on fine steeds, covering their flank.
