"Two more hours and we will reach the boundary between Black Dragon City and White Dragon City!"
On the back of the Yellow-Faced Ghost Eagle, everyone's injuries had mostly healed, but they all remained vigilant, for no one could be certain that there wouldn't be further ambushes by masters of the Demon Dao along the way.
Chu Ming sat at the rear, his gaze cast towards the sky. The clouds on both sides began to recede, the scenery blurring as the Yellow-Faced Ghost Eagle flew at incredible speed.
During this half-day journey, Chu Ming did not sit idly. In his heart, he continuously pondered the Fifth Technique of the "Extreme Point Swordsmanship," but a mysterious barrier seemed to block him out. At crucial moments, errors would appear in the Sword Dao within his mind.
Two hours later, the Yellow-Faced Ghost Eagle carried the group to the edge of a mountain range where a Green-Light Demon Carving was also crouching, seemingly waiting for something.
"Brother Zhu, you're late!"
