The night was thick and dark. Only the road, paved with compacted yellow mud and stone, offered a faint glimmer of light.
An ordinary person would need a torch or a lantern to navigate in such conditions.
However, for Martial Artists who cultivated the Martial Dao, once their bodies were strengthened to a certain point, their sensory Perception Ability was far greater than that of an ordinary person.
Chen Cheng and Shen Qingyao could see the road clearly without needing torches.
The two of them sped along the mountain path, their steps as swift as the wind, even slightly faster than a galloping horse.
Chen Cheng and Shen Qingyao had accomplished a great deal at the Cold Crow Village Black Market, but it had taken them less than an hour.
It was just after nine in the evening, and with the Black Market not closing for another two or three hours, very few people were heading back to the city.
