Seventeen years ago when coming to the market city, I was following Yan Qingwan, riding the clan's spiritual steed.
Seventeen years later, it's my first time leaving the market city, Li Ji'an summoned a flying sword, leaped up, and soared away on it.
This is a lower-grade magical artifact, forged with flame iron and fire cloud sand, enhancing fire element magical power. He bought it for eighteen spirit stones.
Aside from wanting to experience the sword flying he had fantasized about since childhood, it was more about recognizing himself, understanding the situation of flying with artifacts, and achieving mastery in fleeing and pursuit.
At the peacefully busy city gate, the passing by loose cultivators were suddenly attracted by that streak of crimson flame, all instinctively looked up at the elegant figure in midair.
Many showed expressions of envy.
