Fang Hao steered that Third-Rank azure spirit boat, flying eastward for seven or eight days straight like a frightened rabbit. He didn't dare travel in a straight line, specifically picking desolate deep mountains, old forests, and treacherous terrains to drill into. From time to time, he would change direction and make several large detours, fearing that pursuers from the Medicine King Valley or the Heavenly Derivation Sect were following closely behind.
Along the way, his nerves were taut, and he didn't even dare to sleep soundly. Several times, he sensed powerful auras sweeping by in the distance, scaring him into quickly putting away the spirit boat and hiding in a mountain gully or a tree hollow, not even daring to breathe loudly.
